I'm a fighter, not a lover.

Friday, October 14, 2005

People seem to be worried about my ability to function as an adult

And while that concern may indeed be warranted, I thought I was doing a pretty good job of hiding it: tucking my laces into my shoes instead of demonstrating my inability to tie knots; willingly getting lost instead of admitting defeat and pulling out a subway map in public; refusing to ride any bus out of fear that the bus operator will yell at me for incorrectly inserting my MetroCard (again).

First, a high school friend tried to get me to email her little sister. A little sister who allegedly crushed on me way back in the day. A little sister that I am having great difficulty picturing older than 13. A little sister who apparently got tired of waiting for my email and contacted me first. I replied today and immediately felt like I needed a shower.

And now, I find an email from a cousin of a Salt Lake acquaintance waiting for me in my inbox; someone who I have never met, but is wondering how I am settling into the city.

I kind of feel like Kramer on the episode of Seinfeld in which he receives too much novocaine, walks around wearing the strength-training jump sneakers and is serenaded to by Mel Tormei because he is so "independent."

If anyone is available tonight, I'll need help eating and bathing.
Thanks in advance.


Blogger Sara Z. said...

I'm going to e-mail my Brooklyn friend right now and have him bring you over a pot of soup!

6:13 PM

Blogger What'sHerFace said...

That is EXACTLY why I do not ride the bus. I was so embarassed.

7:50 AM


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