Each time I make my way into Manhattan for work this year, there is a truly optimistic side that feels great being around people and working again, like things are on the up. But by the end of the day, the subway ride home usually is a reminder that things are not okay in New York City.
Today on the bus the 30something woman beside me was cracking her fingers, making some one tone gutteral noise and then decided to cross her legs over in front of me.
I moved but I don't think that she even knew that I existed.
The old woman on her last legs across from me kept tapping on her stupid nose cone, so I nodded and smiled at her.
A man across the aisle wanted to know if the el cheapo box that I had just bought ( for shed storage) was an antique.
People don't much annoy me nowadays, I just think that they are on the way to zombie land.
Yep, lots more zombies.
Today on the bus the 30something woman beside me was cracking her fingers, making some one tone gutteral noise and then decided to cross her legs over in front of me.
I moved but I don't think that she even knew that I existed.
The old woman on her last legs across from me kept tapping on her stupid nose cone, so I nodded and smiled at her.
A man across the aisle wanted to know if the el cheapo box that I had just bought ( for shed storage) was an antique.
People don't much annoy me nowadays, I just think that they are on the way to zombie land.
Nice to be back home.