Human Nature is an odd sort of thing.The way people act, and why people do certain things.

What is it that makes people act the way they do it, and in certain cases, why the hell do they do it?!

Lets look at the trains as a case study.

Cityrail - post-school peak hour. City to wherever you’re off to - out of the city.

The train is full. There is barely enough room for people to cram into the standing areas let alone find a seat. But here arises the questioning of human nature. Why is it that people can be so god-damn selfish on trains?

People who sit at the edge of a three-seater seat, or leave a space in the middle.

Where on earth does the logical reason to do that come from?!

I mean sure, you may feel a little awkward sitting right beside a stranger when you could sit one seat away, but in peak hour traffic, everyone’s sitting next to a complete stranger. The weirdness is removed because you’re action is only allowing someone else to take a seat. Being polite - the common rules of cityrail etiquette.

I mean, is it really that hard to shuffle you’re butt over one measly little space?

And then there are the people who sit at the very edge, or in the middle, and don’t move over when the person next to them leaves. WHY on earth would you not shuffle over to the window seat if that spot has been made available - thus saving that weird and slightly unpleasant feeling for you in having someone awkwardly step over you (and the possibility of being knocked out by some overly-accessorised handbag) and awkwardness and annoyance for another innocent train-rider, who just wants to find a space to get off their feet.

Really, I don’t understand, why would you not move those three inches over. It’s really not that hard!

Yet I sit here on the train, staring at a surprisingly (to me) large number of vacant ‘middle’ spots and watching as the socially braver, take that awkward step to get to a tiny place of relief.

Who knows what people do on trains.

I mean, I’m sitting here facing a whole carriage full of people all going about their ‘training’ in their separate ways. This one lady opposite me I swear just shot me the darkest look when I pulled my laptop out. She’s even still staring me down through those dark, endless sunglasses.

Well, at least that’s the vibe I’m getting - who knows what she’s looking at to be honest, those glasses are as ambiguous as those taunting limousine windows. And again, why wear sunglasses inside a train? It really isn’t bright.

Human nature. It’s an odd thing.