i keep erasing everything i write. although it is far from good, it's something and in my mind, unworthy to be read or even exist in this weird little blogosphere that houses all my ramblings and nonsense.
The other day i was sitting on the F train, which i must admit, is not nearly as bright and lively as the old 2 train, partly because the seats are crammed against one another and an awful orange light pervades the entire car, because the seats area ll painted a mandarin orange circa suburban 1972. Anyways, i was sitting crammed in my little corner, knocking knees with the stranger diagonally from me when out of the corner of my eye i spy a man that i immediately pen as a guido. unbottened shirt, gold chains, pressed pants, cabbie hat, slicked hair. guido. and i'm thinking to myself, what is that guy up to,just don't look at him, he's all about the ladies, he just wants to make eye contact with the next chick that comes his way. and then the guy gets bored. he gets bored and starts pulling receipts outta his pocket, all folded and crumpled and he takes each one and smoothes it out, irons out al the creases and folds over his knee and begins to make a paper airplane. at first i can't believe this guy is doing this. he's like 50 and making paper airplanes outta reciepts on the subway. he folds, meticulously creases, folds again and sets his finished work on the empty seat beside him. reaches in his pocket, pulls out another faded receipt, and does the same thing. he repeats this fro four or five reciepts and i'm entranced. this man's body is doing something that seems so unnatural--something that first-graders do when they're bored, and as weird as it was, it was so beautiful and so, surprisingly refreshing how people can surprise you again and again without doing anything, by just being. and then i though, i would like to have one of those little paper airplanes, but my nerves got the best of me and i got out of the train empty-handed.
you know how people, when they get married have people throw rice or blow bubbles or release birds or something? well, at my wedding, i think people should fly little paper airplanes. for some reason, it seems unbelievably fitting, and a little absurd, but i like it.
insomnia's kicking in, i should probably turn in for the night before more absurd rambling takes over
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i made 2 of the dumbest mistakes when i read this. 1stly, i read guido as guide-oh, and then realized how dumb i was and mouthed it out as "GWEEDOOOO...god will, you are so stupid". and then i read entranced, as entrance---d. like, exited. grats, will. nice blog. at my wedding, i want everyone to shoot me and my wife with airsoft guns as we run to our car....nawww, jkkk dawg.
jessika, i felt like i was there!
mmmm 70s orange. what an incredible story...super fun. and i think will, you should settle for nerf guns, but fo'real.
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