I've fallen victim to the glow of my phone on subway rides. It's the perfect place to let my fingers do the walking, stuck in a metal box that is becoming ever more fully equipped with WiFi (I quake in fear at the thought of Actual Underground Phone Calls becoming a normal thing)... but it's also the perfect prison to BE HERE NOW and avert my gaze from the glow of the screen. So I made a resolution to stay off the phone when riding the rails.
The first week I put this pledge into practice, I glanced loftily around the car, full of humans plugged into their devices, and felt pretty superior about my Life Changing Decision. Weak creatures! In such need of petty entertainment! PHONES GRIPPED LIKE ADULT PACIFIERS! Plastic cords in every every ear! What ho, what's this. A guy with a cord made of fiber. Hello Knitting Guy. Guy that I surreptitiously snap a photo of. And promptly instagram using the fancy WiFi on the N/R line. Which then gets the most likes I've ever gotten.
This is...ironic? Yes? The definition of irony has always eluded me, but I think that's what we've got here.
Ah, Knitting Guy. Using your subway ride PROPER. What if you dropped your device of choice for 30 minutes a day? Your commute? Your lunch break? Even if you don't know what to do for those 30 minutes... sit without it until you do... so far, I've sketched a few ensembles, had a conversation with a friend I wouldn't have spotted otherwise, and caught Knitting dude.
(Since Knitting dude illustrates my point, I'm cutting myself some slack on that.)