I’ve had a rough year with an absolutely terrible work situation and then my grandmother died and then a few weeks later my mom was diagnosed with a terminal illness. So I’ve been weepy on the train a hell of a lot more than I ever thought possible. Only ever had one older lady sit next to me, offer a tissue, and gave my shoulder a squeeze. It felt nice, and the main thing was that she didn’t say anything or really look at me. Just a bit of support. Other than that just pretend like I don’t exist so I can pretend like no one is actually seeing me making a fool of myself in public.