i can’t stop eating fruit

but what I really want is a bag of potato chips. i’ve spent most of the day eating other things precisely to avoid eating potato chips. as I type these words, I am eating my 4th apple of the day.

i’ve had a couple of instances this weekend with people smiling at me as I walk by, and each time, it rather startled me… like some sort of otherworldly sensation. so immersed i am in my own ruminations, so deep within my cocoon, by the time the smiles register, those people have long since past. If I could devise some seamless way for me to catch up with them, apologize and explain:

I’m sorry I did not respond to your smile. When you walked by, I was busy calculating whether or not I could live in NYC on $19,000/year. Maybe if I shared a studio apartment with 16 people in the Bronx, and maybe if I could live on oatmeal and bananas and apples and an occasional bag of potato chips, I could make that work. But by the time I had finished that thought, you were already gone and now I want to make amends for not smiling back in time for you to notice. Would you be open to trying this again? Is there something I could do to make this worth your while?

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s