Here’s the boy, the ticket was a present from his mom. The shirt was my present to him.
These are the wrist bands that light up.
And this is the shirt I bought myself, yes I dropped a huge chunk of change at this concert.
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It was a typical Friday morning on the Green train. Except it wasn’t for me, I wasn’t going to work I was headed to Dutchess County for the weekend. That means I had already been up for hours getting ready. Besides showering I had to clean my apartment before I left. I couldn’t leave my apartment for an extended time with it looking the way it normally does since I might be murdered and the police would come to paw through my stuff and think, “what a slob”.
There I was on the train headed to GCT, yes a rush hour train with a suitcase. I stayed on the 6 because I didn’t want to lug my suitcase from one train to another. The man gets on with in his dress shirt & pants, tie clutching a briefcase and smartphone. As more people got on the train he moved to right in front me, I could see he was playing Monopoly on his phone. He was standing, swaying with the movement of the train, hanging on to the handhold next to me with on hand, in his other hand his briefcase and smartphone touching the screen with his thumb to make his moves. At one point he went to jail. Then the green train got to his stop and he got off.
Bye bye morning entertainment.
- Bullying, it happens to everyone at some point in their lives, in various ways and we can a see it all around. Kids are being picked on in school, even to adults being taken advantage of at the work place. But I want those of you who are reading this, that are going through this awful experience, to know that it’s okay to be frustrated we can’t help it at first but that doesn’t mean you let this terrorism to dominate your lives.
It has to stop and you, as an individual has a voice, speak up, initially it might seem daunting but you can do it, know that. Even for those who don’t (cannot speak, that is) let someone know, in fact, voice or no voice you need to let your friends and family know, even a favourite teacher because no one has to face it alone.
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After living 20 years 60 miles north of NYC, numerous Saturday trips and living in the UES for a year, I made it to Coney Island. I wanted to ride the Cyclone. I had no desire to take this ride.
Did you think I was going to say ‘green’? Specifically, it is not easy being a single girl living in New York. I don’t know how it is elsewhere. The only other place I lived by myself was Buffalo and I had no problems going out because I never went out because there is nothing to do in Buffalo.
In New York there is plenty to do, especially since in this neighborhood, especially since this is a relatively nice neighborhood. There is a place near hear that has mac-n-cheese, which I am not supposed to have, but sometimes I crave it, so I go there. Actually I used to go there, I will never go there again. Twice I have been harassed there. By the same man, he is a vile nasty creeper, one time he tried to follow me home. The homeless guy helped me out. The second time by what he said I got a very good mental picture of just how big a jerk he is. So this place is scratched off my list of places to go.
The second place I had trouble was at Yankee stadium. I see no reason why I shouldn’t go to games by myself. As far as I know I am not breaking any rules. With all the other fans there, you’re not really all alone anyway. So first this guy starts off by insisting I have to have a boyfriend. No I don’t, what the hell do you care anyway? Nasty little s*** that thinks he’s badass cause he lives in the Bronx. I don’t have a boyfriend, I don’t want a boyfriend, I don’t need a boyfriend. Then he starts asking me all these personal questions, which of course I don’t answer honestly, there is no way I am telling a complete stranger (a creepy one at that) personal details about me. Then he starts keeping track of the ‘lies’. ‘That’s three times you lied to me.’ Then I find out the seats he’s sitting in aren’t even his seats, the person who had those seats came to the game, so he moved. Here’s the kicker, as I’m watching him for the rest of the game, to make sure he doesn’t come near me again and I can tell he has forgotten all about me and our conversation. He ruined my evening, made me a nervous wreck and he is clueless about how his actions affected me.
This isn’t the middle ages is it? I didn’t get suddenly transported back in time to Victorian England. I’m not in one of those bizarre religions that oppress their women am I? So why can’t I go out by myself and have a good time and not have to worry about being harassed? I just want to go to dinner or go to a ballgame and be left alone.
It is always crowded on the Green train. I have mentioned this before, I may have also mentioned that I am slightly claustrophobic. So as I’m on the train and there is NO MORE ROOM for people and people keep getting on, I panic. I haven’t screamed “Stop getting on! There’s no more room! There wasn’t room for one more person two people ago!” Panic Panic Panic
Then 10 people got off, but 15 people got on.
Dear riders on the green train,
15 people cannot fit the same space as 10 people, stop getting on. Just STOP. You are giving me a panic attack.
Thank you,
Love (or no love), ME
Here are some profound bits of education from our Mothers….
1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE .
“If you’re going to kill each other, do it outside.. I just finished cleaning.”
2. My mother taught me RELIGION.
“You better pray that will come out of the carpet.”
3. My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.
“If you don’t straighten up, I’m going to knock you into the middle of next week!”
4. My mother taught me LOGIC.
“Because I said so, that’s why.”
5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.
“If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you’re not going to the store with me.”
6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT.
“Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you’re in an accident.”
7. My mother taught me IRONY.
“Keep crying, and I’ll give you something to cry about.”
8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS .
“Shut your mouth and eat your supper.”
9. My mother taught me about CONTORTION-ISM.
“Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!”
10. My mother taught me about STAMINA…
“You’ll sit there until all that spinach is gone.”
11. My mother taught me about WEATHER.
“This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it.”
12. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.
“If I told you once, I’ve told you a million times. Don’t exaggerate!”
13. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.
*I brought you into this world, and I can take you out**
14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.
“Stop acting like your father!”
15. My mother taught me about ENVY.
“There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don’t have wonderful parents like you do.”
16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION.
“Just wait until we get home.”
17. My mother taught me about RECEIVING.
“You are going to get it when you get home!”
18. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.
“If you don’t stop crossing your eyes, they are going to get stuck that way.”
19. My mother taught me ESP.
“Put your sweater on; don’t you think I know when you are cold?”
20. My mother taught me HUMOR.
“When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don’t come running to me.”
21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.
“If you don’t eat your vegetables, you’ll never grow up.”
22. My mother taught me GENETICS.
“You’re just like your father.”
23. My mother taught me about my ROOTS.
“Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?”
24. My mother taught me WISDOM.
“When you get to be my age, you’ll understand.”
And my favorite:
25. My mother taught me about JUSTICE.
“One day you’ll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you!”
Only you folks my age understand these profound statements!!!
But, there is one missing from this list My personal all-time favorite!!
My mother taught me about CHOICE.
“Do you want me to stop this car?”
Did you ever get one of those phone calls? You know, when you just KNOW it’s bad news, either by the tone of their voice, or their rate of speech, or how they seem to be measuring their words. I got one of those phone calls today. From my Dad, about his brother.
Not that I’m very close to my uncle, after all I’m not that close to my father, but they are family so I feel something, just haven’t figured it out yet.
Belleza
just a (transplanted) city girl 