For example, if I were to moan about how my thesis is out of order, how I feel as though I'm drowning in indecision and lack of solid progress, it would elicit nothing but knowing smirks and perhaps a chuckle or two from anyone who has been there. When I see that smirk, I know I must be on the right track. It is when a similar furrowed brow or even an outright frown appears that I begin to get worried.
You can try it - next time you are on an airplane and you are absolutely sure the next bump is going to knock you out of the sky, keep your eye on the flight crew. Are they nervous? When they get nervous, perhaps it's time for you to get nervous. Though, you're on a plane - there aren't that many options. Sit back and enjoy it! (Okay, unless you were on this Jet Blue flight).
Still, one can't help letting one's emotions get the better of him. The other day, I decided to leave the house wearing shorts. Yes, I know that "only" tourists wear shorts, but for somer reason I thought I did see people wearing shorts while walking around the crowded market path on the way to UNAM (Universidad Autónoma de México). I was sorely mistaken, it turns out. Two of the hundreds, maybe thousands, of people I saw were wearing shorts, and both of them were doing exercise. I already stick out pretty good, so I did a little mild obsessing about it on my long walk, then cab ride (I gave up after an hour) to the Hemeroteca Nacional (the newspaper archive).
Here is some of what my walk looked like. I didn't want to take pictures where there were too many people, as some people might think it was creepy. And, I didn't see anyone else taking out cameras taking pictures. When in doubt, do what others do. This is how I know when to worry on planes. This is how I cross busy streets here - I wait to go next to someone else.
Beautiful, right? That's what I thought. I saw people jogging, riding bikes, listening to music, dozing under umbrellas, playing life-size chess, and having a good time.
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