I almost forgot what it felt like to take a good walk. I think that’s why I’ve been wanting to go home so badly, I miss being so familiar with everything that I can just walk for 1-2+ hours with my headphones on and totally space. As much as I hated BLS, I really miss my walks home everyday. It let me think things through, get away from people, and really just become totally engaged with myself and be alone without feeling the pangs of loneliness that had always gotten to me otherwise.
I dunno man I’m not a good writer, I just really like walking and wish I did it more. It’s weird that coming to NYC I do it so much less…
Also: when I was waiting to cross the street somewhere on the east side (this is at ~4am on a saturday night in Manhattan, SUPER interesting actually) I saw this nice BMW pull up in front of a flower shop where a guy was putting the buckets of bouquets inside for the night. This nicely-dressed young white dude pops out and grabs a whole bucket and jumps back in his car and drives away. The poor worker didn’t even know what to do, he chased the car for a second and then just put his hands in the air and went back to shlepping buckets. It pisses me the fuck off. Like it’s one thing if you take some from a fucking shaw’s or something when no one’s around, whatever, but this was some corner store where the guy was working till 4am trying to get this little business together. I mean they’re flowers, how bad could this guy who was CLEARLY not poor have needed them? Fucking asswipe.
