why does the fact that i accidentally read the celestine prophecy approx. 6 years ago continue to plague me? (okay, so, that is a rhetorical question)

at any rate, i am on a train home, unusually late, and when switching at metro-center a very drunk pasty old guy sits down next to me (when there are 8,409,113,021 empty seats to choose from) and says the following-

"i'm sorry." to which i reply, "um, that's ok?"

and then he says, "you are going in the wrong direction."

--at which point i realize (as we are pulling into the next station) that i am in fact on the wrong train and i jump out just in time to catch the last train of the night that is going in the opposite direction.

the point= that aforementioned heinous ethno-centric new-agey tome does insist that everyone has information to communicate to everyone else. particularly, personally.

so there are billions of these messages waiting for you - one from each human's mouth (redfield might argue that even vegetation has info waiting for you but i can't get into that here) - and it is up to you to make the decision *evey single time* you interact with someone (strangers in particular) whether or not you want to hear what they have to tell you and vice versa. i

t is a complicated and instantaneous decision we make. sometimes the other person makes that decision for you (in the case of drunken pasty man). and sometimes i listen and i'm sure sometimes i block out what must seem like a whole lotta static.

thus, my ears are ringing.