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fictionalI have been feeling about fourteen of late. Very young, vulnerable, oh-so-intense, ashamed, and scuffing my toe in the dirt - about everything: complete with burning fannish obsession, and this aching-void of a movie crush in my heart. It hurts. I'm not sure I like it. I was quite happy the day I announced to myself thank god, seventeen is over, and I ain't never goin' back. Guess I was wrong. It's terrible too, because the part of me that is my actual age doesn't know how to handle it at all, and feels awfully embarrassed. The part of me that's experiencing this is no help either as it was always singularly inept.
ANYway, as part of this retro-moment, I've been reading some of the same stuff that I read back then. Which is why I was reading David Eddings' The Diamond Throne, riding downtown on the subway. And this homeless guy came into the car. He looked remarkably straight-laced but shabby, with glasses. He spoke in a completely matter-of-fact tone, something that I've never heard before, in all my years of riding the subway. "Hello, I'm sorry to take up your time, I know you don't want to be bothered, but I'm homeless, and I would really appreciate anything you can give me. Thank you." If lack-of-spiel can be a spiel, then that was his gig. Anyway, I gave him $.50 as he was passing by, and he saw that I was reading, and asked me what. I showed him the front cover - it's a much-loved, much read in the bathtub copy, but still astonishingly in possession of all its pages - and he was all, "Wow, I never saw that one! I love David Eddings! I read the Belgariad, and the Malloreon and, and...". His voice trailed off, and he looked up at me. And then he said, "Sorry to bother you, Miss", and walked on into the next subway car. I sat there for a moment, thinking, and then got up after him. He was already in the next car, and I could see through the window that he was about to get off, and coincidentally it was my stop too. So I got off the subway, chased him down, and said, "Here." And handed him the book. He smiled and said, "I wanted to stop and discuss them with you, but I thought that would be weird....Thank you. God bless you...Maybe I'll see you on another train sometime, and we can talk about it." And I said sure, and smiled, and wished him good luck.
It was great. I guess being 14 comes with a few perks.
And being homeless must get really boring sometimes. I hope the book helps.
ANYway, as part of this retro-moment, I've been reading some of the same stuff that I read back then. Which is why I was reading David Eddings' The Diamond Throne, riding downtown on the subway. And this homeless guy came into the car. He looked remarkably straight-laced but shabby, with glasses. He spoke in a completely matter-of-fact tone, something that I've never heard before, in all my years of riding the subway. "Hello, I'm sorry to take up your time, I know you don't want to be bothered, but I'm homeless, and I would really appreciate anything you can give me. Thank you." If lack-of-spiel can be a spiel, then that was his gig. Anyway, I gave him $.50 as he was passing by, and he saw that I was reading, and asked me what. I showed him the front cover - it's a much-loved, much read in the bathtub copy, but still astonishingly in possession of all its pages - and he was all, "Wow, I never saw that one! I love David Eddings! I read the Belgariad, and the Malloreon and, and...". His voice trailed off, and he looked up at me. And then he said, "Sorry to bother you, Miss", and walked on into the next subway car. I sat there for a moment, thinking, and then got up after him. He was already in the next car, and I could see through the window that he was about to get off, and coincidentally it was my stop too. So I got off the subway, chased him down, and said, "Here." And handed him the book. He smiled and said, "I wanted to stop and discuss them with you, but I thought that would be weird....Thank you. God bless you...Maybe I'll see you on another train sometime, and we can talk about it." And I said sure, and smiled, and wished him good luck.
It was great. I guess being 14 comes with a few perks.
And being homeless must get really boring sometimes. I hope the book helps.
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Date: 2005-06-17 07:53 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2005-06-17 08:34 pm (UTC)Sorry I've been bad about keeping in touch lately, but things have been nuts. I'll try to be better. Am keeping my fingers crossed about Ithaca Beer, and I hope we get to see each other sometime before the next century. Miss you.
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Date: 2005-06-17 08:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-06-18 01:21 am (UTC)