A black man (why does it matter? It doesn’t, and yet somehow I have yet to point out when characters are white) sits in the corner with his laptop. He calls his twelve year old daughter “baby girl” and let’s her do her thing while he writes love letters to a woman who lives far away. He rarely sees his daughter, but he’s happy she’s taken an interest in books and he would buy her anything in Borders that she asked for.
An eight year old girl in a full out princess costume pushes the stroller with her baby brother inside. It’s not yet Halloween but that doesn’t stop her from wearing her tiara out in public. She plans to wear this costume every day this week to school where she will doel out orders to anyone within hearing distance. This is how she will decide who is really her friend, or rather her subject, and who she will invite to her birthday party in a couple weeks. Her baby brother is automatically invited, but she has a feeling he doesn’t care about much more than spitting up, eating and sleeping.
A girl with a British accent orders a medium cocoa trio and sets up camp on a table made up of four mini tables. It’s just her and her school work spread out across the surface. Instead of reading through her papers, however, she takes out a legal pad and starts to write a short story. School work can wait until later, no one can predict when inspiration will strike.
Two boys sharing an iPhone, one with a Bruin’s hat on the other has shaggy emo hair that flips up at the bangs. I imagine they are flipping through pictures of naked girls, laughing quietly to themselves because it is the secret they share. Porn feels so scandelous when you’re fifteen and looking at it in a hidden corner of a care in a bookstore.
A boy eating a blueberry muffin with his dad who is drinking hot coffee. They don’t see each other often on account of the divorce. The boy often feels like he’s supposed to be on his mom’s side when he secretely wishes he was on his dad’s. The dad isn’t quite sure how to relate to his son anymore so they go to the mall and look at model cars. The blonde haired blue eyed son doesn’t mind, because any time he can spend with his dad is good enough for him.
There is a girl with long yellow-blonde hair carrying a Coast purse and a Bath and Body Works bag. Her hot drink cup is large, her drunk probably a caramel apple cider. She joins her friends who are skinnier, prettier and crueller thn she is, but she likes it this way. She longs to be cruel. Her wants a mean girl shell to cover how she feels inside. She wishes life were a musical, that her voice was good enough so she could join Glee Club and sing about it.
A woman bought the Girl With the Dragon Tattoo. She sits at a long table that could sit 4-6 people but she’s alone. She reading a cooking magazine, trying to think of what to cook her husband this evening when he gets home from work. Her days are filled with thinking about dinner. She’ll go home to binge on a bag of Baked Lays in order to stuff down her lonliness until her husband finally gets home around nine o’clock this evening. Dinner will be cold, but he’ll make it up to her in bed. He always does.
It’s the dreaded Monday morning, a dark and rainy one at that. I’m left feeling like a failure from my one-day weekend (which, in case anyone was wondering, is not enough time to recover from a 50 work week) because I ate chicken with my lunch yesterday and all Saturday night contemplated giving up this Pescetarian business all together.
So all in all, I need a reminder of what is good about today.
* strawberries and berries for a snack
* the temperature is ideal, if albeit a little too wet
* there is a bar of chocolate in my purse
* gchat keeps me sane
* a three minute conversation with a certain guy this morning
* yoga last night (yoga any night seems to make me feel better in the AM)
* the Kitten Mittons episode of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia airs tonight on Comedy Central
What is good about your day?
Forget Meatless Monday, it’s do Vegan Monday. Too bad it lacks alliteration.
I am by no means a vegan, nor can I really consider myself a vegetarian. I’ve spent most of my life bouncing between eating meat and not, and I’ve currently settled on the grand ol’ title of Pescetarian. “Is that a real word, or did you make that up?” I was asked this yesterday at a party I was at. It is, in fact, a real word. It means I’m a vegetarian who eats seafood.
A certain boy I’ve been talking to, when I specified that I don’t eat meat but I do eat seafood questioned why I even put those two categories together. According to him, meat and seafood are two entirely separate things. Perhaps it’s part of Portuguese culture or maybe it’s just customary to disassociate meat and seafood. They are both animals, but aren’t I disassociating them myself? I couldn’t quite explain to you why I eat seafood, I’ve eaten it all my life and though I frequently contemplate removing seafood from my diet I haven’t quite gotten to that point. At the same time, I admit to having “cheated” at this diet; I ate a Fenway Frank during my first (and only — so far) Red Sox game, I’ve had a few bites of chicken once or twice. I believe this is all part of the journey, and in no way am I set to consider myself set at this destination.
Meatless Monday was created to help raise awareness about vegetarianism. It was created to help encourage eating vegetables and to cut the costs associated with farming / raising/ butchering meat. Many celebrities participate in it and I’ve decided to as well. Instead of just meatless though, since I would only have to “give up” fish that I certainly don’t eat daily, I’ve decided to try out veganism specifically on Mondays. Veganism is a concept that I’ve considered many times, it is something that I know I could never do long term (giving up cheese and ice cream permanently is along the lines of impossible for me) but I’m interested in finding ways to incorporating it into my life and this seems like the perfect chance. Along with my other post from today, this is something I will not be able to do today as I’ve already eaten breakfast and have arrived at work unprepared but I plan on implementing it next Monday, definitely.
What’s up with all these food posts today? I feel like I’m extra hungry today…
<3. Melanie. Kristy