I didn't turn around (Never turn around!), but someone (Someone!) was listening to their music on the train this morning very loudly. So loud that I was able to hear that they were disturbingly listening to one song over and over and over and over... The song: Holding Out for a Hero, by Bonnie Tyler. (I looked it up when I got to work in the hopes that educating myself on the song would alleviate the constant loop the song continues to be on in my head.)
Occasionally, you run into these people. These loud music people who give zero fucks that everyone on the train can hear them rocking out to the Footloose soundtrack (1984, thank you very much). And I think to myself: How do I become like them? What kind of person must I be to walk through life giving zero fucks. These are the people that grow old and eventually block an entire aisle in Target with their empty cart. I envy them. I envy their obliviousness and the obvious bliss they must experience on a daily basis.
Maybe later today I'll practice by making a right turn in the car without using the turn signal. No! I can't! I can't! That's too much too soon. I'll start smaller... a fart in the elevator maybe?