This morning on my way back from the gym, I shared the elevator with two silent women. As I turned to get off at my floor, one of them remarked to the other: "This is a crazy way to live."
What do you suppose she meant, exactly?
You think she was referring to people piling themselves up in air conditioned stacks to stay cold all day long while outside the temperature soars into the 90s? Or perhaps she was referring to getting up at the crack of dawn--as we all three had done--to go to our respective gyms in order to elevate our heart rates before spending the rest of the day behind a computer screen. Or maybe she was referring to the life of a New Yorker in general, sweltering Monday through Friday, rushing to get to the coast or the mountains for a breath of fresh air or two before packing up and heading back to beat the Sunday traffic? Or maybe she was referring to the fact that hundreds of people share a building (and a few elevators) and we hardly ever say a word to one another...
What do you suppose she could have meant? Certainly this is a crazy way to live. But what way isn't?
