Everything’s Roses for Blessing

I saw the next Gypsy Rose Lee yesterday.

At the Bergen St stop on the F train, a beautiful black girl was strolled onto my car by her mother. She looked a little too tall for her stroller but didn’t necessarily look uncomfortable. She was wearing a sharp cream-colored trench coat with black lining and a hat to match, and white fuzzy gloves.

“Pull your feet in, Blessing,” the mother said, pushing her daughter passed me to a seat in the next section. She was a proud woman, pointing out someone’s sandwich to Blessing, exclaiming they’ll be at their stop soon.

I was distracted from my reading, not by the pair but by the other passengers turning their heads to get a glance of this odd woman on their hip, quiet train.

“Are you OK, Blessing?” The woman didn’t mind the other passengers with their blatant, curiosity? preconceived notions? “Don’t worry, honey, we’ll be outside soon. You’ll see. We’ll be outside,” she continued, and with a snap of her fingers, “like magic!”

I left the train to Blessing and her mom and the gawkers.

Hope everything comes up roses for them.

My 1 Super Power

The common question: If you were allowed only one super power, what would it be?

Telekinesis. Done. That’s my answer always now.

How’d I come to this? In a dream a few nights ago, I discovered I had the ability, and the next day (ten minutes or so in my dream, I suppose) I was already honing my skills. FUCKING AMAZING DREAM.

And to all those people that choose flying? With telekinesis, I have the power to lift my own body, or move the earth and wind, so I get flying, too. Beat that shit.

I’m looking up telekinesis, and it’s not limited to just moving objects, but also time, space and energy. Wikipedia quote: It has been called the most powerful of psychic powers, essentially the power of a god.

So, what’s your one super power?

Thoughts on Theft

I saw a man steal today.

I stopped by the outdoor produce stand that’s abuts the subway station and is across from my office. After picking out the choice pack of green grapes, I wandered a bit until I figured out where to get in line.

I thought I cut in front of a man with a head of lettuce, Romaine I think. He was Hispanic and looked to be in his mid- to late-thirties. The staff at the stand are sometimes similar to that description, so I figured he was arranging items.

As I watched the kindly older Asian man deal with the two customers in front of me, the Hispanic man went to the door cut-out next to the cash register. I watched him, assuming he was waiting for the owner to have time for his question, but it finally dawned on me that the man didn’t work for the store and that he was waiting for the right moment to slip out.

One of my first thoughts was, “Of course it makes sense to slip out this side door instead of walking out into the open of the outdoor stand. That way the crowd in the street doesn’t catch you.”

The other thoughts came pouring in: Is it just the lettuce, or is anything in his pockets? Why does he need to steal lettuce? If he caught my eye as I was looking at him, would he have gotten in line? Why didn’t I say anything? Should I have paid for the lettuce as it wasn’t expensive and I could have easily covered it? Who’s in more need, the thief or the owner? How often does this happen to this store?

This will be a memory every time I walk by the produce stand, which is at least once every weekday. I may forget about it eventually, or stop wondering so much.

Just some thoughts on theft.

Here we go…

First post. Going well so far.

A few recent deaths in my life. Luckily, I’m unconscious when they happen, but their realistic characteristics scared me some, especially the one where the girl I love dies.

With my sophomore knowledge of dream interpretation, I’m confident that this means I’m getting rid of some bad habits, especially in relation to the one where the girl I love dies.