My first few days here people smiled at me, and spoke to me unbidden on the street, offered change and directions and advice on cellphone plans, and looked at my TShirt and said, "girl in glasses! you have 4 boyfriends?" [Troy and Abed, oh how I wish to be their Annie.]
Today I am a woman with purpose, I stride into the subway and walk past an eastern european accented woman who asks me where to drop the token. I show her, barely wait for her to mumble anything at me, and stride on. Should I have asked if she needed help? Maybe.
I stride on, making no eye contact, receiving no smiles, no chat, and consult my phone for directions. But the vending machine defeats me, and two people walk past, but someone stops to help and grins, I did nothing at all but there you go, and in my zeal to call out a 'thank you' I miss my packet of chips falling and punch at the machine some more before the bulb goes on.
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In the Bellevue park near Kensington market, people of all sorts and colours (skin and hair) gather in the sunshine, frisbee players, friends, families, musicians, weed dealers, starry eyed graduate students and acrobats. A black man strips off his shirt and stomps around in the mini amphitheatre area, throwing down blocks of wood to his beat, rapping and shouting, fuck police! fuck police! fuck you! stop shooting at me stop shooting at me stop shooting at me
Today I am a woman with purpose, I stride into the subway and walk past an eastern european accented woman who asks me where to drop the token. I show her, barely wait for her to mumble anything at me, and stride on. Should I have asked if she needed help? Maybe.
I stride on, making no eye contact, receiving no smiles, no chat, and consult my phone for directions. But the vending machine defeats me, and two people walk past, but someone stops to help and grins, I did nothing at all but there you go, and in my zeal to call out a 'thank you' I miss my packet of chips falling and punch at the machine some more before the bulb goes on.
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In the Bellevue park near Kensington market, people of all sorts and colours (skin and hair) gather in the sunshine, frisbee players, friends, families, musicians, weed dealers, starry eyed graduate students and acrobats. A black man strips off his shirt and stomps around in the mini amphitheatre area, throwing down blocks of wood to his beat, rapping and shouting, fuck police! fuck police! fuck you! stop shooting at me stop shooting at me stop shooting at me
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