Yesterday, my friend Doris and I spent the day walking around New York City. We dropped off my car for maintenance *still cringing at the cost* and used the rest of the day to shop for perfect jeans, eat even more perfect Italian, and pretty much enjoy ourselves for over seven hours.
We took it easy. Ate plums in Central Park, joked with bored police officers on our way to Time Square, watch The Naked Cowboy use his butt to save one soul at the time… it was fun. Easy.
I can’t say the same about the people surrounding us. I know that everybody has places to go. But I will never understand why so many New Yorkers feel that if they don’t reach the place in question right away, their world will end.
Doris and I were in no rush. We were talking, pointing—we went to a store that sold the ugliest clothes in existence, and we roared. In the meantime, people glared at us or cleared their throats to let us know that we were keeping them from reaching their destination a millisecond earlier. At one point, I almost glared back and gave a woman a verbal piece of my mind. Instead, I flashed her one of my mildly psychotic smirks that could say, Am I really on your way? or Wanna see what your innards look like spread out on the pavement? I’m not sure which message she got, but she slowed down and crossed the street. My friend and I went on.
On the ride home, I wondered about this kind of behavior. Why do certain individuals waste their time and energy battling lost causes? If you’ve walked in New York City, you know that regardless of how many elbows you throw, you can’t move everybody in front of you.
I don’t care for fighting lost battles. I will be the first one—in full armor and weapons at the ready—going against difficult foes or circumstances, but never against things that aren’t worth my time or brainpower.
So… let me take a sharp turn on this tangent, and let you know that I will no longer update Naughty Bits. I’m not sure what’s wrong with that blog. It eats posts, it hides them and then publishes them randomly, and it sends comments to who knows where… Yes, it definitely hates me. I will do with it, what I do with the things that hate me for no reason: I will let it sink into the deep, cold, and lonely hole of oblivion. I hope it likes the looks of its innards ever swirling around the never-never *psycho-grin*
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