| Bekahbrunstetter Jan 4 | The thing that popped into my brain this morning at 5:45a, listening to Bob do her morning phonetic warm-ups, is that when I lived in NYC in my early 20s I used to read the Craigslist missed connections every morning, where you can post about a stranger you saw on the train that you were drawn to, etc, I used to read them quite religiously, every morning after I checked my email, hoping that someone had fallen in love with me. Drink coffee, check email, play bills, check to see if anyone had fallen in love with me. I was half checking as a habit but the other half was wanting to get swept up in a great love story, that in retrospect would not have been that great. A few times I would see a post that sounded like me, but then I realized I wasn't wearing a yellow hat, or I was not reading Kerouac. One day I was on the long and crowded train home, waiting for someone to fall in love with me, when I saw someone across from me reading one of my plays, and I decided that this was enough, this was the right kind and right amount of love that I needed, and I think it was then that I stopped checking. | | | |
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