What Runs Through Your Head When You Space Out

You catch yourself staring at someone random on the train and wonder what they could be thinking.

"Have I unplugged the iron? Is my house on fire now? Should I call 119?

I didn't take my B complex. How many times should I remind myself to take it before going to work? When will I ever remember? 
Stupid memory.

Does she remember me? Why do I suck in introductions? Maybe I should call her? I'd seem like a dope if I call her and she doesn't remember me at all. Forget it. Not calling. But I think I should text at least.

Mom should quit casino. She'll reduce my savings to zilch. You know her, she won't listen. Ugh whatever.

This train should improve their airconditioning. I'd be soaking wet in sweat before I even get to my desk. Geez.

Why is this weird girl staring at me? I think I should raise my brows questioningly. What's wrong with her. Weird, creepy girls. We should take 'em off the streets. What the?! She's staring right at me. Is she interested? No one can really pass up on this good looks. I should look cool."

You snap out of the made-up monologue and give the poor guy a break. You opened page 136 of William Golding's Lord of the Flies and it said, "Did you hear?" "Did you hear what he said?"

And you wished you're back staring at this Shitamichi wall.

Or you could tell the guy, "Nope. Not interested. But your lip gloss is too shimmery. That girl you like won't even think you're straight."