Note to Self (217) Sundays

Today was busy. But it was great. I don’t remember the last time I kept so busy and felt so productive. Well not since the past few months at least. My old Sundays always consisted of sitting by myself in the living room, my blinds closed, with my bottle of Black Label. I used to have great conversations with that bottle. Black Label was a best friend until I realized it had cost me everything.

No regrets though. Some things I did were ugly, but they had to be done in order for me to grow as a person. And yes, I still have a long way to go, because I still make fun of people who look funny. Not my fault if you dyed your hair green for St Patrick’s day and didn’t wash it off since last weekend. Your green hair tells me you’re a dirty lil girl. And this guy walking around in his underwear on the subway platform tells me he had way too much crack this morning. How about this dude who thinks he’s so pretty with his nose ring? And this girl whose fishnets stockings are all ripped? I’m sorry, but all of you people provide me with a lot of entertainment and I’m going to say something about you to my friend, because you make me laugh. You actually bring joy to my day. I’m sure people make fun of me too! Sure, I look pretty strange with my electronic cigarette on the subway. And sometimes, I’m dressed like I didn’t really think of what I wanted to wear that day so I put together a dress with corduroy leggings and pink Converse because honestly, why not? It’s called hobo chic.

It’s all good. I’m not picking a fight. I remember my mom always making comments about kids at school who wore the weirdest outfits. I guess I developed my sense of style according to her guidelines. If she saw me today, she’d think I totally lost my mind. Good thing we’re six thousand miles apart.

Today was definitely a day to remember. Even if I lost my shit a lil while taking the subway because people are so slow at going down or up the stairs. It’s like they’ve never seen stairs before. Stairs? What is that? Are they gonna move on their own or do I actually have to make an upward or downward motion with my legs in order to exit the station? If you want to stay stuck here, just let me go please! I know how to take stairs. I usually don’t spend an eternity on them either. Those things are dangerous. They’re not flat. If you don’t look where you’re going, you might trip. And tripping down or up the stairs hurts. A lot. Believe me when I say that because it happened to me. A lot. Especially drunk. And tripping up the stairs is one of my specialty when drunk.

But that’s all in the past. I’m not going to rant about people not able to walk up or down the stairs, because it’s old news. I get upset at people who take all the space on the sidewalk too. I could write a dissertation about every little thing that pisses me off in New York City, but stairs and sidewalks are definitely on the top of my list. Well, also add to that the subway not running well during the busiest hours of the day.

Gosh. I better stop. Today was great. Let’s just leave it at that.

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