looking for silence in the city of sound

my ipod broke the other week. it still turns on, but none of the buttons work, which means i can't even re-set it. this means that my commute has become almost unbearable, my ears constantly assaulted with the horrible music taste of OTHER PEOPLE. i try to avoid teenage boys, because as much as i loved rap music in high school, and as much of it is currently sitting dormant in my ipod, there is nothing more annoying than hearing several different fabricated beats pounding out of several pairs of headphones. nothing, of course, but also hearing the fabricated sound effects (dog bark! gun shot! whistle! dog bark! car door slam! girl moaning! dog bark!) pounding out at various intervals.

today i got the middle seat on the F train. it's awkward, especially because my arms are long and gangly and whenever i have to hold them close to my sides i have a sudden urge to start flailing them about. weird, i know. anyhow, the man next to me was listening to his music too loud. i was about to sigh and rolls my eyes when i realized he was listening to a song i like. no, a song i love. i loved the next song and the next song and the next song, and then i realized that i wasn't just idly overhearing his music, but was leaning into him like he was my boyfriend. what's more, he didn't mind.

awkward?