One of the things that soothe my nerves from daybreak anxiety attacks that result from commuting every 6 am to work, is my liking for solo gossip. It might seem bizarre to you but I have reasons to believe that it is one major part of therapeutic energy every commuter in a bustling city should embrace. Occasionally. There's an amount of tingling joy and sense of self-esteem build-up one gets from observing people who are hooked to their phones while seated at a strategic point in a public bus at 6 am. It gets your mind off the torture of an upcoming blow which is the unpleasant job you struggle to leave every day and it gives you an extreme, yet fulfilling free pass into another person's business. Infringing but harmless and relieving. Take this one 20-something-year-old gentleman, for example, sharply dressed with a fine leather suitcase, manicured nails, and delicately brushed hair, who is stunned by people's lack of enthusiasm to determine what needs attention and what d...