Just donated to Movember, supporting a colleague. It feels good to contribute to an excellent cause.
It’s almost a month since my surgery and today I went into work. The computer was heavy so I grabbed a taxi on the way. Since I can’t stand too long and walk like a grandma, I mostly sat around as my coworkers came by to give me hugs. They are all good peeps; so happy to be surrounded by them. Seamless has become my to-go for lunches. Quick delivery and no walking in the chilly wind. Thank you Seamless! It was hard to sit all day and look at the monitor. Monitor drains your energy. Ride back on the 1 train was alright. Got off at 66 because the staircases are winder and I won’t be blocking the huge rush hour traffic. The walk back was cold and windy. And it’s so dark by 4:45. Now happily sipping hot coco on my couch in my pjs. My friend should be arriving soon to catch up. And my beloved hubby is returning home from his business trip. I miss him so much every time he goes away. It doesn’t get easier, either. Anyway, really proud of myself for returning to work. It’ll take another 6-8 weeks for my complete recovery but I know I’ll be there. Just be patient and rest as much as possible.
You maybe a luxury department store on Fifth avenue, but who designed your window display this month? Why would you have wigs piled up on the floor with shoes displayed on sticks? I appreciate art, so please explain this concept for me, Bergdorf Goodman.
I was coming home from work taking the 2 express subway train. While the seats were all taken, the car was relatively empty so I situated myself near the door. The doors were about to close when these two young teenage boys (15-16ish) rushed into the car and the doors closed behind them. Immediately, one of the boys started shouting something about a “performance”, while the other was plugging his iphone to a speaker he had brought in. A woman carrying a newborn tucked in her chest waved to them and motioned to “be quiet”. The teenagers completely ignored her and the hip hop music started blasting from the speaker. The train had just begun to move away from the platform.
For the next 5 minutes, which seemed like an eternity, the boys started performing their acrobatic moves using the poles, the handles and the seats. They were climbing, jumping, stretching, turning, twisting and dancing all at the same time. When the boy was twisting himself around the pole, his legs missed me by a few inches. He asked a lady in a seat “not to cross her legs” so that he can run without tripping over. They ran up and down the car, clapping, stomping, banging and punching fists and kicking in the air. The music continued to blast throughout the car, echoing off the walls.
I feared for my safety. I looked around the car - some looked down, some glued to their performance, some giggled, some paid no attention. I looked across to the mother. I think we had a similar look on our faces - fearful, scared, angry, impatient, disgusted. The worst part was, I had no place to escape; we were all stuck.
But I did escape, even if it meant only in my mind. The voices in my head were bouncing off of each other, just like the boys:
Impatient: WTF are these boys thinking!? This is a confined public space; they should know better not to perform inside a subway…I could punch you in your faces.
Patient: But wait, maybe these boys need money to go to school or food; maybe they’re orphaned and this is the only way to live; maybe they live on the subway because they have no place to live…
Impatient: Are you kidding me!? If they have an iphone and a portable speaker, they’re not homeless. They’re the most inconsiderate selfish boys who either want money or fame…maybe they’re performing to be scouted, dreaming of making it big on TV…sorry but you guys are more annoying than amazing.
Patient: Maybe annoying but they’re talented. If they get a formal lesson maybe they can make it big one day. Just need to polish up on few kicks and tricks; they’re definitely motivated and has potential…
Impatient: Potential!? Almost kicking you in the face is a potential!? Get real, these boys won’t be going anywhere. They’ll be stuck here for a long time…literally.
Patient: I’m being really mean, aren’t I? What is wrong with me? I should have love and capacity in my heart to accept them and at least pretend to enjoy their performance. I am an immature human being; I need to grow up! I need to learn to accept, to embrace because LOVE knows no wrong!
Impatient: Don’t be so Mother Teresa. You ain’t one and will never will. Stop being so…
I felt the train slowing down and saw the platform in my view. The door opened and I rushed out, never looking back or leaving any money. I pushed myself into another car and never felt so safe…safe on a New York subway!? Oh, yeah, that’s my first.