The Mysterious Snail Lady
I walked for about two hours before I got to the closest train station. I wanted to be out longer, maybe just walk the same way back, but I have 30 pages to read for tomorrow. I took a longer train-ride than I had to, so I didn’t have to go through the central station. It’s a bit depressing to me for some reason. Not even sure why.
So I am waiting at the station where I will take the final train, and I am sitting on one of the benches, sipping coffee, with my headphones blasting loud music, so I can’t hear the people around me. A woman is standing about 10 feet away from me, and touching something on the low brickwall in front of her. She is smiling happily, and with a few discreet looks, I realize she is looking at a snail. She is touching it’s long eyes, and what seems like petting it as well, while she has this big smile on her face. It almost looks like she is laughing.
At the beginning I thought she turned her head and said something to the woman behind her, but she didn’t. She was alone on the train station, she didn’t know anyone, and she was at least 30 years old. Just standing there, continuing to smile at a snail. Her clothes where quite normal, she was dressed for the weather and nothing about her, made her seem either drunk or under any kind of influence of drugs.
It’s not that I thought she was weird for smiling and petting a snail. I thought she was interesting, because she seemed so careless. She just did it in front of strangers, like no-one was watching. I wasn’t really judging her, I don’t think her behavior was much stranger than removing live frogs from bikepaths because you are afraid they might get run over, or removing dead hedgehogs from the road, because you want their last resting place to be in the dirt. I guess in that moment, I just figured she was kind of a wild child. But a rather fearless one I guessed.
then I noticed her eyes. The bags under them were very “deep” and clearly outlined, with a very intense dark blue tone. She looked like she hadn’t slept for years. Maybe she actually was out of touch with reality. But her clothes and everything about her seemed so clean and well-groomed. And after all, they actually did not look like the typical “junkie-eyes”. I was confused.
I got into the train, and stared at her from the window. She turned around, and I caught one last glimpse of her, with a very serious look on her face. Then she starting walking, as if she was determined to get away fast. She didn’t look embarrased. Just pissed off.
That’s the tale of the mysterious Snail-Lady from the train station. Don’t know what you can learn from it, other than it can be difficult to determine if other people are crazy or not, when you yourself, let’s fear of judgement hold you back. Or maybe it is that I am so weird that I don’t consider snail-petting that crazy… That’s up to you.