As I sit here on an Amtrak train to Providence, Rhode Island, I feel as though I am slowly losing my mind. And it's my own fault because I let my headphones die before a long trip. Now, with my ears fully open and exposed to the shudder-worthy sounds of reality, I am paying the price. To my left is a woman who appears to be from Long Island, furiously filing her nails as though we're in the bathroom adjacent to her gaudy master bedroom. She's been going at it for thirty minutes, with no signs o…