I've gotten into reading missed connections on craigslist. I don't know what intrigues me about it... I think it's the idea that someone passed by someone during the day and thought twice about that person. It's sad how no one speaks on the metro. I've learned the art of looking forward without looking at anything. I, who used to talk to any living being who would speak to me, have now become reticent.
Lately, I feel a shell of my former self. I know I'm not the only one who has these feelings just like I know they usually pass within a week or two. Perhaps it's only hormonal imbalance, all I know is sometimes I just feel intense sadness. It's not loneliness, it's just an intense sadness. Sadness for a world that seems so uncaring, one where no one gives there seat up on the metro for a pregnant woman. Alas, maybe this is just part of living in a city...
I think I'm due for a thunderstorm. The kind that is just perfect for curling up on the couch under a blanket with a good book and a cup of tea. (<- three prepositional phrases)
Posted by joann at September 20, 2005 08:10 PMi would say that it is more to do with living in the northeast. their attitude is different from the south. they don't even hold the elevator door open for you when you're walking towards it.
people from the northeast are usually shocked by our hospitality whenever they visit houston.
too bad you're not in houston, we've got this gianormous hurricane heading our way with plenty of t-storms
Posted by: oboy at September 20, 2005 10:51 PM