Look around, see what you do. Everybody [stares] at you.
May 28th, 2004
| I suddenly like NYC again because the trees are blooming and I can sit in parks. In the winter, it’s so unbearable outside that you need a destination and the quickest way to get there any time you go out. But I never had anywhere to go, so I never left my apartment. Now that Mr. Blue Sky has arrived, I can still enjoy having nowhere to go but I can do it on a breezy park bench.I’m pretty sure that when I was putzing around the NYU area, some guy took a shot while walking next to me. Like, from a shot glass.
While I was sitting on the park bench all creepy and pensive with my “idea book” resting atop a magazine, I became very conscious that everyone was staring at me as they walked by. I think this is just a rule in NYC. You’re not allowed to nod, smile, or exhibit any evidence of approval, but you are required to stare for a sec. You might offend the other person if you don’t. I know I would be a little remiss if passersby didn’t at least glance at me. Sitting on the bench, I’m the stationary one, so I’m not required to look at them. But since I’m established in this spot before they walk by, I’m essentially part of the scenery and deserve to be at least as equally appraised as the newly-blooming greenery. And definitely as much as, if not more than, the pigeons. |
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