he keeps pretending that he can then he'll turn and whisper to me...exciuse me- but can u read this for me?" I feel for him- and hes looking for a job. Well at least hes trying- and like my mom says- "you dont have to be perfect as long as you keep trying". Peoples efforts impress me more than anything.
I miss working in the Public library, even the crazy people who would come in and tell me all about a book they read 30 years ago everytime they see me. I'm not a kid person, but i miss them too, the way they bring their books in and peep through the book drop.
There was something consitstant about the crazy personalities. They were the constant. I came back and a city bus driver said 'hey alii, havnt seen you in awhile'- i told him i was off in college and he said"oh you gettin all smart now?". I laughed and he let me ride for free. Homeless people remember me, flea market vendors remember me, and even old, old communty college classmates remember me.
They pop up in the middle of the day when im feeling the most unsociable and remind me that i used to live here, that i was temporarily a part of this city, even though i tend to bad mouth it.
But most of all they remind me that i matter, and as different as i may think i am, it may not be a bad thing...
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You are a wonderful observer of life... like really. It's beautiful. I hate to read like a booknote but you are...
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