I saw a couple waltzing at the bus stop the other day. In the moonlight. It was beautiful. I couldn't tell if he was teaching her, or she was teaching him. But it was just one of those moments where, where you believe in love all over again.
My hand is stamped. I see two tickets on the coffee table. I pick them up. Decorated in the blues and greens that have come to symbolize 2010 for this city, I am immediately repulsed. Catching a glance at the sticker price, I want to destroy them. Why do these exist? Is this what god had in mind when he created us? Why do these questions always have to come in threes?
I put them down. Turn my eyes to the feline sitting next to me. Desperate for my attention, he purrs like the outboard motor on a vessel you got from your grandfathers old army buddy. I feel better when I look at him. It would seem we are both at a point in our lives that we are everyone's lowest priority.
I say that with a matter of fact. I'm not upset about it. Maybe I should be. Maybe I shouldn't. Unhappiness is an infection. It spreads from person to person untill everyone is in this perpetual cycle of miserable. Why would I want to start that?
So I'll just wait it out. Because I spent my childhood on this couch, and I'm still. here.
Because I am Me. And Me isn't allowed to be upset.
Its not very ladylike.