New York leaves me with a bittersweet feeling. I love the self-esteem boost it gives me. I never fail to hear plenty of "georgeous!", "fine!" or "you are bad!" shout outs. It never gets old. Just when I think I'm not attractive, complete strangers validate me all over again. On the other hand, I'm always hosed down with a dose of hard work. Whether it's lugging heavy bags through 10 blocks of crowded streets or waiting for a mode of transportation in unforgiving weather. Either way, there's no place like the city. I love it and I hate it. In particular, I love it because I can unapologetically be me. Me and "fine!"
Am I ovulating? Because my mind is racing. I'm in one of those 'Window Seat' moods. "Can I get a window seat/Don't want nobody next to me". I feel like sitting on a cross country bus and staring out the window into open road. I'm thinking of those paintings you see where a woman is alone and looking out into the distance. The spring breeze might be blowing through her hair or she could be sitting on a porch in the deep south with a jar of lemonade beside her. I'm especially reflective today, like one of those woman.
I'm sitting in Au Bon Pain on the top floor of "the world's largest store" - Macy's. There are a lot of people eating alone like myself. I wonder how many of them are truly alone. Are any of them lonely? Ironically, they're all doing what I'm doing. Scrolling/messaging/fiddling throught their phones. There's no time to be alone when you have a phone in your hands. Sometimes I wish technology could disappear.
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i have been feeling like this for the past week or so, thought my mood was lifting and it really isn't...i actually definitely am preferring the quite of being home alone right now
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