{"id":319,"date":"2026-07-19T08:05:45","date_gmt":"2026-07-19T08:05:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lostmymindfulness.com\/blog\/?p=319"},"modified":"2026-07-24T07:38:27","modified_gmt":"2026-07-24T07:38:27","slug":"wanderers-with-wrought-iron-souls","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lostmymindfulness.com\/blog\/observations\/wanderers-with-wrought-iron-souls\/","title":{"rendered":"Wanderers With Wrought Iron Souls"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Journal entry July, 19 2026:<\/strong> Sitting in the train station in Toulon France<\/a><\/strong> today at 9am. Drawing suspicious glances from fellow travelers. Why? Because I have a backpack in the train station and ordering a ticket on my phone?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The True Danger In The Train Station<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I am not afraid of the people who are from out of town. What frightens me is the dude who just picked up a half smoked cigarette from the ground and lit it up like it ain’t no thing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He gives the trash bin a cursury search from top to bottom with his eyes as he walks by exhausting his nicotine prize.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He stops and spins on a dime. Must have seen something delicious in the bin. But he must wait before he grabs food from the trash. People may see.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sizing Up My Baggage<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Dude ain’t got no luggage, no cell phone and apparently no money for butts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His eyes light up a bit when he sees me. I look Anglo or German and that says money for him. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

When The Horrifying Becomes Ordinary . Atrocities Are Normalized<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Meanwhile the couple who are waiting for their train are stiffening up every time we make casual eye contact.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They are blind to the dude smoking checks and eating out of the trash bin and searching everyone’s luggage with his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Why? Because he looks like a local and I am foreign?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I need to shut down this emotional reception. Picking up fear all day in the cities. Millions of people.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Who scares you the most in the train station<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later That Day <\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I just spent the day getting a little down on my Self because I start to think something is wrong with me because others pointedly ignore me when I say hello <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I understand it’s like that in a big city but if you are afraid to say hello to someone in the city, why are you there?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Prince and The Pauper<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Same guy, me, same clothes. Different place. I went to the Jardin Parc of Toulon.<\/a><\/strong> (It’s just a park for rich people. Poor people can go but they don’t. (See Related Story<\/a><\/strong>)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am sitting on the bench stuffing my face and people assume I have money to stay in the 500Euro\/night hotel nearby.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Instead of crossing the street to avoid interaction, they are sitting close to me on a 50 meter long bench.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A woman was high stepping towards me with her designer dog all perked up expecting the normally expected, “bonjour”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I glazed my eyes as if I were someone ignoring me earlier that day. She visibly slumped and so did the designer dog and kept walking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was inspired to write this on the spot in the park and she went past again. I only noticed because she had purposely walkedbetween me and the tree in one meter in front of me. The other side of the tree was a clear area .<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I love dogs bu tif I am in the park with strangers I would keep my distance. Normal behavior in the city is people risk getting hit by cars while crossing the street to avoid the risk of someone saying hello: <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Turning my head to the right , I laughed when I saw her turn the corner. There’s nothing down there . She had only gotten ready for a conversation and didn’t know what to do <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Keep walking bioch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What behavioral changes do you notice in the large cities?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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