I commute to work every day on public transit. I also did this for two years during university. Most of the time, it’s all good. I enjoy the hour / hour and a half to myself in the mornings, where I read the news or indulge in a good book, and on the return I catch some zzz’s while obnoxiously listening to Beyoncé’s newest album on repeat.

However, there are certain things I think on the train that I should come clean about:

1. If you look like you have a cold, I won’t sit beside you.

I’m not a germaphobe by any means, but I can’t handle it when someone’s blowing their nose all in my face, sneezing without covering their mouth, and horking in a handkerchief to my left, right, and centre.

Obviously, we all get sick. We all have days when we sneeze unexpectedly and grotesque bits of phlegm fly out of our noses and throats. If you’re sick and taking transit with others, be considerate of their space and try not to breathe, sneeze, cough, or hork on them. Ew.

2. I get nervous when I see an older person who might need a seat.

I had this troubling experience when I asked an older gentleman if he wanted to take my seat, and instead of saying, “No, thank you,” he screamed, “I’m not old!” This resulted in a busload of people staring at me in either disgust (they didn’t hear the conversation due to having headphones in) or pity. I know the right thing to do is to get up and offer my seat, but I’m terrified I’ll get yelled at again just for trying to be polite.

3. I judge people who choose an aisle seat instead of the empty window seat.

This makes life so challenging for anyone who’d like to sit down. Not only do they have to wiggle through the tiny space between the aisle seat patron’s legs and the dividing board, but they also have to suck in their gut and pull their bag awkwardly for fear of smashing it in their soon-to-be seat buddy’s face.

It’s one thing if you’re getting off in a few stops and don’t want to trouble anyone else, but if you’re there for the long haul, be smart about it and respectful to someone else who might want to sit down.

4. I want to scream when drivers try to overload the streetcar.

When the streetcar stops to load more people and the automated, “For customer convenience, please move back,” message keeps playing, all while the driver shouting, “Behind the yellow line! Please stand clear of the doors! Get off the steps or else the doors won’t close and we can’t move,” I want to turn around to the 6,000 people trying to board the car and yell a) there is no room, wait for the next one, and b) if someone seriously thinks they’re going to get on with their truckload of groceries at 5:42pm on a Thursday evening, they’re deeply mistaken.

5. I feel this overwhelming sense of confidence when walking down the aisle of a public transit vehicle.

I’m probably thinking, Driver, roll up the partition please, even though I have no personal driver, nor do any of the vehicles I travel on have a partition (and they probably never will).

Yet, there’s something empowering about grabbing a sweet seat, keeping my balance throughout the entire ride, and knowing where to get off that gives me this Yoncé alter-ego who’s all, Me, myself and I, it’s all I got in the end. That’s what I found out. The best moments are when I’ve applied fresh red lipstick and my bangs are looking on point, or when I’m wearing shoes with a bit of wedge.

6. I’m in awe when I see someone with children or a pet.

The kids probably have their arms flailing in the air, screaming, “I DON’T LIKE THIS TRAIN, DAD” and chomping on cereal that’s going absolutely everywhere on dad’s work clothes, and, yet, there are parents throughout Toronto (and other cities) who just do it and don’t sweat it. Damn. I hope one day I’m like you.

Secondly, when pet owners have their dog, cat, bird, or who knows what other animal on board with them, I mentally give them kudos for all their patience and confidence.

7. When I see a couple making out, I look away in disgust (after accidentally staring at them).

There’s one couple I see every morning who stare at each other so intently, whispering sweet nothings the entire ride. The male partner gets off the subway first. When he kisses his lady goodbye, it’s one of those long, lingering, tongue-filled kisses that shouldn’t be shared with other people, never mind strangers. Every time I see them I roll my eyes and try to find a seat far, far away.

This article originally appeared on A Quarter Young and is republished here with permission.