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Crash into Me
06.29.04 (3:50 pm)   [edit]
Went to the mall over the weekend. Contrary to popular opinion, I don't like to shop. Correction: I don't like to shop when I have to buy something specific for a specific event on a specific day. I don't like the pressure of having to buy anything right here right now. I enjoy recreational shopping - wandering around the stores and finding absolute bargains, just looking, may be trying things on but eventually putting them back. There's no need or pressure. I don't have to rummage through racks of clothing and get irritated when I can't find anything in my size. I can tell the store clerks to piss off. Well, I'm more polite than that but in my mind that's what I'm thinking. I can pick, choose and refuse. However, when I need something for a special occasion, I feel hungry and desperate and totally stressed out. Yeah, sometimes shopping sucks.

Anyway, shopping isn't the point of this blog. I wanted to blog about something I observed and felt on my way to the mall but then I got on this rant about shopping and got carried away on a bitter wave. I took the bus to the mall and as we got to this intersection we were held up by a tow-truck which was trying to load up a car. The car had been crushed in an accident and the front was pratically gone. I looked around for the driver or another car when I noticed a less than average size woman sitting on the side-walk crying. It was obvious that it was her car. Suddenly, I saw a man approach her. He appeared to be her boyfriend. She got up from the ground and he embraced her. She cried on his shoulder. He stroked her hair and her back. He seemed to be telling her that it was going to be alright.

At that moment, I felt that this young woman, even though she had just lost her car, was infinitely luckier than me. I don't have some guy to come home to when I have a bad day. Ok, so I could call my brother or my Mom but it wouldn't be the same. Yeah, I guess I was entertaining Mr. Self-pity like AE.
 


posted by: Supertoy (reply)
post date: 06.30.04 (11:40 am)

its those moments of revelation when the heart speaks and the mind shuts up. unadulterated emotional moment. sometimes perfection comes to us through a series of visuals or chants from the mind..wanting you to take notice like a bad guy's wanted poster at the local post office. But you felt something quite different...

Love

Xavier



posted by: dangerkitty (reply)
post date: 06.30.04 (12:16 pm)

Reply to: Supertoy
I love the way you write. I don't think saying you're poetic would suffice. There's grace and charm in your words but also a depth that makes them even more enjoyable to read. Thanks for stopping by.

Nat xxxxxx

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