Not sure why I was thinking of elevators today but this is how my brain works sometimes...
Elevators just freak me out. I'm not sure what's creepier the fact that they are a box suspended by rope, hydraulic rams or the awkwardness of riding in one with complete strangers.
Now get me on an all glass elevator and I will be the girl standing in an almost fetal position head tucked to the floor, white knuckled. Just praying to get me off of this thing in one piece (obviously I am not a fan of roller coasters).
How about when you get in an elevator and no one is talking, all stuffed into each other acting as if this is a normal thing. What is normal about getting into a box that moves with people I don't know and basically pretending like you do not know other people are there. Standing with others blocking my view as I am stuffed into the back and everyone has blinders on. I am not the only one pretending other human presence is not there...I think that there must be a rule book somewhere that states...when in an elevator with strangers, do not talk, do not make eye-contact and get off as fast as you can with a polite...excuse me. Done..whooosh
Then however, there are those possibly even more awkward moments where someone decides to strike up a conversation...They obviously did not get the rule book...NO TALKING. So, this person says, "How 'bout this weather" yep good one, I think to myself. Or even better, "sure hope we don't have to stop at every floor" Then they let out a loud belly laugh. Hmmm, not sure what's funny about that but ok, I'll play along...hahaha I say, me too.
I'm not anti-social, it's just awkward to be in a close place that is moving through floors by which I have no control and I am with strangers.
Maybe next time, I'll just say "going up?" smile and turn away.