White noise

I finished my book on the way to the office this morning.  It was a good book and I'm sort of feeling that let down feeling after reading a really good book and not having the characters to read about anymore.  But...that is not what I'm writing about...because I had finished my book this morning I didn't have anything to do on the bus ride home.  I just looked out the window and was far more aware of the goings on inside the bus.  I realized this afternoon that I no longer notice all of the different languages being spoken.  The gals in front of me were speaking French while the two behind me were speaking Mandarin and the couple across the aisle from me were speaking Tamil.  There was a time when none of this would have seemed normal...and now it is just white noise.