June 17, 2014

Day 16: Life (and the Metro) aren't so bad.

I noticed yesterday that if someone were to just read the comments on many of my posts, they'd feel pretty bad for the sorry chump whose life is nothing more than a sequence of misfortune, just a parade of sweaty armpits and pulled hamstrings.

You see, usually I try not to dwell on all the good things that happen to me because c'mon, who wants to read about a girl who's got a fairy-tale perfect life?  We've got Kate Middleton; one's enough.

But I realized yesterday that sometimes I sway too far onto the other side, making so sure that I'm not dabbling in "rainbow sprinkles and fairy fart" territory that I overcompensate and make it sound like I am perpetually stepping in dog poop.

And that's not the case, not at all.  Actually, my life is a lot like the Metro I keep talking about: really not all that bad.

I mean, just this afternoon, a lovely lady in her mid-30's offered me her seat.  Although I guess it's worth mentioning that priority seating is for pregnant women and the elderly.  But hey, at least she didn't confuse me for a horse.

And talk about a welcoming community: at least three times a week, a twenty-something outside the station with an iPad cares enough to ask me my name, where I'm from, what I do, where I went to school, my favorite breed of dog, my aunt's middle name, and sometimes even throws in a corny joke.  Imagine, all of this small talk before 8:15 in the morning!  Such genuine interest; you just don't see hospitality like that nowadays.  By the time they ask me for money, I feel like we should already be making dinner plans.

And while we're on the subject of dinner plans, I hope Wendy's went well tonight.  She had me on the edge of my seat wondering if she was going to go with heels or flats.  I know I should be thankful I got to hear any of Wendy's deep introspect, but I do wish I could have heard how it all played out.

But talk about luck; thank God I wasn't the redhead who was trying to read "Dad is Fat" Friday evening.  I don't know how I'd handle a woman swatting my book down and saying, "Uh-uh; it's way too crowded for that today."  She did have a point though; they don't make literacy as small as they used to.

So I guess what I'm trying to say is that life, like the Metro, isn't as bad as I make it seem.  I mean, the armpit I rode home under today was the most delightfully deodorized pit you could ever imagine.

"I wanted to lose 10 lbs this year.  Only 13 to go."
- Unknown

I want to clarify for the people who don't know me: this is all a joke.  I mean, it's all real but it's all a joke, if you know what I'm saying.  Or maybe that just confused you more.

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