"self-centered"

  I am the center of the universe.  

All revolves around me. 

 If I am not aware of it, it does not exist.

There were maybe four people on this particular train car an evening a few weeks ago.  Myself, my hubby, a younger woman with a knit cap pulled tightly down over her hair and perhaps a gentleman a two nearer the other end of the car.  Oh, and there was the "self-centered" young man.  

Mr. self centered was on a call.  He had his cell phone out and was in a light conversation with someone he seemed to think we all knew and were thrilled that he was able to have this conversation with at this time. 

 I remember a time in my life when I didn't have much money but was working and felt so much more rich than I had ever been before in my life so I spent money on "wanna-be" clothes.  "Wanna-be clothes look nearly spectacular but ... not quite.  Self-centered was clearly at that stage in life as he wore a white shirt with a collar that did not fold sharply down over his ill-hanging tie.  Nice colors in the tie but poorly made so it didn't lay very well and didn't hold the fake Windsor knot well.  He had on a light fawn colored leather jacket.  Nice looking except for the knitted waist band that showed pilling and stretching.  His pants were just a bit too short and I doubt his shoes had ever seen a polish since the day they left the factory. 

But none-the-less, self-centered walked up and down the center of the car talking as loud as if he was practicing an oratory speech during his light, often humorous conversation with phone person.  Every now and then, self-centered would stop in front of the windows and stare at his refection in the window created from the darkness of the outside night.  He would fuss with his hair, turn and look at his profile, watch himself talk and laugh as he carried on this lengthy, unimportant conversation with phone person.

The girl in the tightly pulled down knit cap turned around in her seat and watched Mr. self-centered intently, staring, with her mouth open in awe.  Literally her mouth was open in an "what?" type of expression.  

This show went on from Murray to Gallivan center.  New people coming on the train were few and no one bothered Mr. self-centered.  Who would want to interrupt a show like that?  He was so oblivious to anyone else in the universe.  He was in conversation for hell's sake, he was beautiful, he was young and importanr and EXTREMELY OBNOXIOUS!