The Resurgence.

Though I am no stranger to blogs or blogging, quite some time has passed since I regularly read and wrote blogs. Well I have news for you, friend. I’m back. I have a new format, and since I cannot access any of my old blogs because they were created with a university email account to which I no longer have access, I have provided links for you, should you choose to click and relive some of the glory days – which primarily took place in La France.

Over the past several weeks and months, it has occurred to me many-a-time that there are things in my life daily about which I could easily blog – and I like to think these are the same things others will too find interesting – or at least entertaining to some degree.

For example, about two weeks ago I was on my way to work in the morning, and I was lucky enough to get a seat on the train. It was an aisle-facing seat, so naturally there were standing passengers directly in front of me. For anyone who is unfamiliar with the eye-level of a seated “EL” passenger, it is approximately at the belt-level of those standing. On that particular day, the man standing right in front of me and facing me was wearing charcoal gray trousers and a black leather belt with a silver buckle. What was different about him is that he had clearly forgotten to check his zipper before stepping out his door that morning.

I’m sure everyone has been in a situation and noticed something unfortunate about a stranger (spinach in teeth, zipper down, food on chin, bird crap in hair, etc.). Now the question is: To tell or not to tell? If I had any sort of unfortunate situation going on, I would most definitely want to be told about it – regardless of whom was doing the telling; however when I am the one telling someone else, the decision of whether to tell or not becomes less clear.

In the past, I have made both decisions – to tell and not to tell – and my conclusion is it’s an incredibly situational decision. A girl at a bar watching a football game with a large group of men – wearing simply jeans and a hooded sweatshirt, nothing fancy. She was the only girl among them, and I noticed that her sparkly purple thong was hanging out of her probably-too-low-cut-to-be-worn-by-anyone-over-21 jeans, and I decided on a girl-to-girl basis that it was only right to let her know – clearly it was not hanging out on purpose. She expressed great gratitude, because you know none of those meathead guys were going to mention it, and I went back to my table having accomplished my good deed for the day.

Conversely, a businessman commuting to work in the morning who is standing on the train directly in front of a fellow commuter. The seated commuter happens to notice the businessman’s fly is down – but it’s a quick trip downtown, he’ll be in the office and soon enough he will notice that he might have a problem should anything… arise. This one is best left alone – and so that day on the train I opted to keep my mouth shut and let the fly work itself out. Wouldn’t you have done the same?