Tuesday, August 24, 2010

So Lifelike!

You know which moments speak the most about life? Ones like that time when you stopped in at your sister and her boyfriend's apartment with your new friend (expressly to use the bathroom), interrupted him as he was cleaning in his underwear, and proceeded to overflow the toilet all over the bathroom floor. Or that time when your dress' buttons flew open during rush hour on the subway. Or that time when the amateur Mariachi band stepped onto your train car and played bad Mexican music directly next to your head, just as the world bestowed upon you a teeth-grindingly bad headache. Or that time when you were eating an awesome lunch with your friend and, in a sudden fit of laughter, he rocketed tiny pieces of chewed food all over your meal and you picked one off the side of your sandwich and ate it because you thought it was a piece of Mozzarella. But it wasn't.

Especially lifelike is the fact that I now probably know more about skincare than any of my friends, but I'll be damned if - at the age of 24 - I can get my face to stop breaking out.
These are the moments that make me laugh. Oddly.
But trust me when I say things are good.
Really.

I still might not have a job, but this week, I have my best friend in town. And I got my guitar back, and no matter how much I play and how sore my fingers get, I can't quite seem to get enough. And today, I had a conversation with the doorman and he asked me how my job hunt was going. I told him that I'm honestly not sure, and he said,

"Girl, with the way you look, talk, and carry yoself, I can tell you right now you gonna be fine. You're a total sweetie. One of these days, you gonna be in a restaurant, and you gonna be talkin' and sayin' you ain't got a job, and someone big's gonna be sittin' right behind you and they gonna be all like, 'Hey, girl, I don't mean to be gettin' all up in yo business, but did I hear you say you can write?' And then they gonna be like, 'Here's my business card. Call me.' I'm from New York City, born and raised. And like Alicia Keys said, this be the place where dreams are made. Things happen here. You just gotta be tough."

That really added some pizazz to the middle of my mediocre cubicle afternoon.

1 comment:

  1. There was a guy in the store yesterday complaining that the $7 paper towel multipack he wanted was actually $6.50. And I had to fight down my real feelings and stay quiet when I wanted to shove my own money into his hand and tell him that in a hundred years he and I and everyone we know will be dead and nobody will remember this because it doesn't matter. He wasn't even my customer. He was just some 60-year-old guy who thought that fifty cents was a prize worth fighting over.

    Life is meant to be lived. Not survived, not overcome, lived. If you think correcting the manager about a fifty-cent mistake on a seven dollar purchase is a victory then you're not living. If you can see the light beating through the cracks in the wall then you aren't lost yet. I'm with the doorman on this one.

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