Wednesday, March 31, 2010

The bag

Well, D day is coming. D stands for decision. It's been looming over my head now for months. I hate to put the fate of my life decided on one particular day, but this was all out of my control. I needed to make professional decisions, rental decisions, mortgage decisions, which all seemed to be connected to my relationship decisions. Here's how it all started:

I came home from work one day months ago and saw my black "weekend" bag sitting in the middle of my apartment bedroom floor. I was instantaneosly annoyed by it just laying there. It was laughing at me in a that scary cartoon voice, "you'll never get rid of me!!!!" ....I threw it across the room. That's the bag I pack my cloths into take to O's apartment. It's become apart of me- like an extention of my purse. 3-4 times a week I pack and repack my cloths, massacra, deodorant, book, lunch for the next day, phone charger, netflix movies, and National Geographic magazine. That was the day I decided I never wanted to pack a bag again.

I remember when packing a bag was cool. It was a symbol of youth, freedom, spontanatiety. Flying by the seat of my pants! "Let's do one more shot! I don't need to drive back to Queens, I packed a bag!". "No, I don't need to go home after work, I packed a bag!" "Yes O, I'll come back over for dinner later....I packed a bag."

Years later, that black bag came to represent all that I hate: being unsettled, confusion, and uncertainty. I let O know the significance of that black bag months ago. I did a little pre-D Day digging on one particular day. There was an interesting exchange of offers, compromises, and flat out surrenders. Why couldn't this man just want the same things I wanted? Why couldn't he see that giving me a drawer, perhaps, dare I say 2 drawers, would have been the greatest gift. It was useless, we were speaking two different languages. That conversation ended in the exact same place it started......in a bag.





Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Love is in the air...or is it?

Today was the first day since the we changed the clocks, that I got to experience spring. It never ceases to amaze me how 1 more hour of daylight can completely change your mood, attitude, and outlook on life. I left work, raced home, ran to Dun kin donuts, downed an iced coffee, and mentally prepared myself for the run of my life. Despite the cars honking, bus exhaust, cat calls and cigarette smoke from the cafes- I actually love to run around my neighborhood in the city. There's so much happening! On a day like today, EVERYONE is outside...not just the crazy Greeks smoking their cigars and drinking coffee.

What's the first thing I notice?- Love is in the air my friends! There are couples holding hands, kissing on the corners, and laying in the grass. As I run (solo) down the block, I momentarily get sad that I'm not holding any ones hand. I quickly dismiss that thought knowing there will be plenty of opportunities in the next few months to make O hold hands with me on a fine spring day.

I run past a park and see boys of all ages playing basketball. A group of girls on the side of the court, laughing, flipping their hair, talking just loud enough to try and distract their crushes. I wonder- which one was I? Was I the annoying loud girl, or the girl that wants to be noticed and plays the quite card?

As my shins start to burn and I slow down, I notice another young couple in front of me. They look to be around the same age as the other youngsters sticking their tongues down each other's throats. But wait- do I sense some tension here? There body language is indicating that Cupid's arrow missed these two. I momentarily feel her pain. She's mad, pissed off at him. Her head is down, but she keeps moving towards him, and then backing away. I'm watching a magical dance of will power- forgive him or not? "It's a beautiful spring day damn it! We aren't supposed to be fighting! I just couldn't help getting mad that you were talking to Danielle in OUR spot in the hallway outside Math Class. " Cut to me thinking- "what an ass!". I then look at the boyfriend. His hands are in his pockets. I stare at him, try to read his expression, his thoughts. The same way the girlfriend longingly looked at him... he now looks at the basketball court, wishing he was there I'm sure.

I'm convinced that their negative energy is what's creating the pain in my shins, and I take a break by the river. As I'm looking for my next couple to day dream about, I realize that 95% of the men in these couples look miserable! I catch these sympathetic looks and nods they give each other. "Yo, my girl made me come here too".

Why is it that women are always looking to create "a moment". I know for myself my ingredient list always starts with warm weather. I've been known to say to O on such days, "let's walk to the grocery store together!"(it's a least 1 mile from his apartment- uphill) Or, "let's go watch the little league game!" (we don't know anyone who plays little league). Or, "remember that article I told you about with the 500 year old tree in Forrest Park.....let's go find it!" Surely some stranger was staring at us, watching O carry 10 grocery bags uphill to the apartment, giving him the "nod" while I forcibly held his hand.

Today was just another example of how we really do create our own happiness. I'm glad I didn't ask O to join me on some crazy adventure just to "feel the love in the air". My adventures don't put the love in his air.

Sometimes you should have the 65 degrees all to yourself.