pedestrian crossing

I got hit by a car yesterday and came out of it relatively unscathed. I mean, bruises and sore skeleton aside, I am basically okay. After the initial shock of "holy shit I just got hit by a green Sienna" subsided, I grabbed my bag off the pavement, made sure I wasn't bleeding, and asked the blond 30-something for her contact information. All the while, my earphones were still in my ears sans ipod on the other end. Someone found it and returned it to me. "It still works.. I checked," he said.

I don't know whether I'm just a magnet for these unfortunate circumstances or if I'm just a terrible New Yorker. I've been mugged in Chinatown, spat on by a homeless man, and harassed by potheads. So it's obvious why being hit by a car came to me as no surprise. I just thought it'd be a yellow cab. huh.

This city has thrown a lot at me and I just wanted to say "bring it on, bitch." I will kill you with kindness. No concrete city is going to change me.

I realize that as cliche as it sounds, whatever doesn't kill you really does only make you stronger and right now.. I feel like Superman.

l-o-v-e

It is never easy to write about love. It is an emotion that everyone knows, and yet no one really understands what it is.

I once asked a friend if he had ever been in love. He answers, "I was never naive enough to confuse infatuation for something else." I took a second to think of a good retort since he had basically just called me naive. I put my hand on his shoulder and told him he was being too cynical: "you need to take a cue from your romantic little friend, moi."

He shook his head, "you are not the romantic, I am. I believe people only really fall in love once... first and last love. When I finally find that person, I will never let her go."


But what if she doesn't want to stay?..........................