an Interesting Literal Journey

Hey Guys

This is the second of my writings today, and I hope that it isn’t unimportantised [L’s Oxford Dictionary] by the first one. This is about a journey I took yesterday, which I hope when written will be amusing, but when it was me yesterday, was highly stressful.

So, I was headed down to Winchester yesterday, to meet up with some friends. The journey down [which started at 06:30, with a 05:30 wake up] went like this:

First train: someone pulled the emergency break, resulting in a delayed train. They pulled it for no valid reason – thanks peeps!
Train 2: It was late. It got later. It got later whilst I was on it. It arrived late. It left late. It made me late.
Third train: It was on time. Yes, I’m in Britain, I got on a train and it was on time! This calls for a moment of silence please.
It arrived late.

Return Journey
Train 1: Cancelled.
Uncancelled
Cancelled
Uncancelled
Cancelled.
Uncancelled.
Delayed.
Delayed.
Delayed.
Delayed.
Arrives.
delayed.
Leaves.
Delayed.
Arrives late, resulting in a 7 minute sprint around Clapham Junction, with no assistance [the whole I’m-blind thing, remember?]

I MADE THAT TRAIN AS THE DOORS BEEPED TO CLOSE. And my only thought? Crap, is this the right train? Because there’s a train before mine [like, 2 or 3 minutes] on the same platform going to, somewhere like London. I mean, the wrong bit of London. so yeah… It was the right train, but there was a creepy man behind me who told me to ‘chill out’ in a pervy voice. I wonder if he was talking to me or if he was on the phone. Trust me, when a creepy dude tells you to chill out, it’s literally the only thing under the sun that you can’t do. ‘chill out’… shit, my heart is going and I’m terrified and maybe he’ll just stab me and get it over with but maybe he’ll pull me off of the train and take me to a dodgy block of flats in East London [that’s where all the muder books are set] and kill me slowly, or worse…

I arrived. I was late. That was the end of my story.

Good/ No? Tell me in the comments… I literally relived that fear I felt yesterday whilst writing this; appreciate it! My pain went into this story. I wish it to cause no pain to you, reader.

See You Later

L XX

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41 thoughts on “an Interesting Literal Journey

      1. No, rambling is good (well I think anyway)! I always start a post with an actual purpose in mind, but by the time I’ve finished it’s completely off the point and I get insecure about my writing too. But I guess at the end of the day I started a blog for me so I can write what I like haha πŸ™‚

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      2. Similar mindset here. I don’t mind if someone doesn’t like it, as long as they’re polite about it, and have the decency not to splash abuse left right and centre. I’ve just looked through your blog posts and I assure you, you’ve found a loyal reader in me! I suggest that when you write, even if you have an idea in mind when you start, always fill out the title after the post is complete; that way, you can be more flexible (and ramble more!)

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