Three Little Birds... Inspiration, Appreciation, Salvation...

January 31, 2009

On this sunny day, I woke up with the intentions of getting up, gearing up, and heading downtown to buy a brand new Mac Air!  It happened, but little did I know my journey would be more rewarding than my destination.  Today, for the first time I EXPERIENCED New York CITY. And, oooh it was a wonderful feeling.  Laid off from a job I loved, free from his baby mama drama, and away from the people who THINK they know me...It was just Me, Myself, and my Metrocard.  There, I found Inspiration in a B-boy, Appreciation in a hot dog (yes, a hot dog), Salvation in a drummer and most of all, I was awakened in the city that never sleeps.  

As I sit in a corner seat of the 2 train, two scruffy boys enter the car; one sits next to me and the other sits across from me.  Of course, I do what every single woman does; I check out their teeth and their shoes :-/  My mind immediately goes into "WTF" mode. I think to myself, "Damn! what's their story!!!"  Clearly, I'm not impressed :-/  Then my mind starts conjuring up stories about their life; where they lived, what their parents didn't do for a living, their GPAs, their destination, along with other ignorant assumptions. 

Fast forward to 6pm...I leave the Mac Store feeling bamboozled; one of the Apple Genius' convinced me to buy a Mac Book instead.  He told me the keyboard lights up and I was Sold!!! lol.  So, now I have a new computer and and a new ipod...I'm the Shit!!! Who else can get laid off and still support her bad habit of spontaneously buying electronics? :-)  And, along with my empty pockets I am walking on an empty stomach.  A hotdog it is!!!  "Hey dude, how much for the hotdog...2 bucks???!!!" Alright alright, I don't have any insurance, so I better eat.  No need passing out over eight quarters lol. 

Now it's Me, my Mac, and my Hotdog entering the 42nd street station...And I spot them!!!  It's the two scruffy guys that I saw earlier on the 2 train!!!  Only this time they were entertaining a crowd and I was eager to be a spectator. I'm watching and I'm judging MYSELF.  I hate the fact that I judged them earlier, I'm upset that I overlooked their story, I'm ashamed that I marginalized their dreams, and I'm afraid that they felt my negative energy.  Therefore, I clap after every flip, summersault, headspin and whatchamacallit.  I'm repenting! It's like my standing ovation is a spiritual confession screaming "forgive me, my ignorance is involuntary!"  Luckily, they have no idea.  Unfortunately, I do.  Finally, the guy with the collection hat comes up to me and I decide I would give him 10% of whatever I have in my pocket. Lucky me, I have 5 one dollar bills and 1 five dollar bill.  I've never been good in math, but this is simple. I give him a dollar. Great! I'm feeling redeemed, kind of. Not to mention, I'm sooo happy I bought that hotdog!  

I enter the uptown platform and I see my drummer friend.  The one I always hide from :-/  He rushes me, gives me his card, and tells me he's been playing since 10am.  Then he says, "I work so I can stack money.  I don't have to work all day, but the harder I work the sooner I can retire."  As he says this, I'm looking at his teeth.  He has a disheartening gold tooth in the front :-/  I quickly disregard it, smile with my pearly whites and say "you're right!"  and he sings a song for me..."Don't worry about a thing, cause every little thing is gonna be alright."  A tear comes to my eye. Clearly, I've been forgiven...