the real sex and the city
When I moved to New York, I really felt like I was going to be living like Carrie Bradshaw in Sex and The City. What I didn’t realize is that sex and the city actually meant sex IN the city.
It all happened so fast. On 34th and 2nd, I had my innocence, my youth, and then one block later, they were both robbed from me. Right there, at 5:34pm on a Tuesday, two people…were…having…sex. Yup, there they were, laying it all out there on the sidewalk. The man (bottom) had his eyes wide open, while the woman (top) laid facing the building. In disbelief, I looked for confirmation in the eyes of three guys walking by. “Are they ha….” “Yea.” They replied in synch. It was a traumatic sight.
Despite how scarring the scene, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. As my mom would and did say, I had just witnessed my “crazy New York story” and what a hell of a thing to get out of the way. Speaking of my mom, she was in fact on facetime during the time and practically congratulated me for the event.
IT COULD GET WORSE
Anyone tired of the way they’re currently living their life? Well, I have a full proof way to stop you in your tracks, pun intended. Consider tripping and breaking a bone!
I broke my foot three weeks ago. At 23, I have had 8 years of camp playing sports, 5 years of hip hop, 4 years of competitive volleyball, 13 years of school gym class (which I took VERY seriously), 3 years of lifeguarding, and 2 years of an intense workout phase, and all it took was a 2” curb. I’m sure there’s some sort of metaphor one could derive from this; however, no one can deny the humor of it all.
Ok, here’s the story, and before you say “you need a better story” just know you’re the100th person to say that and this IS the better story. I was on my way to Van Leeuwen - a new one just opened in my town - when my foot bent the wrong way and I fell to the floor. Yeah.
I proceeded to instantly rise to my feet and try to laugh it off because god forbid I show any sign of struggle in public. When two by-standers asked me if I was ok I responded, convincingly I’m sure, “never better.” I then continued to hobble to Van Leeuwen because there was no way I wasn’t getting some mint chip out of this.
I am now three weeks into wearing a boot with 6ish more weeks ahead of me. If I’m being totally transparent, I feel a sense of relief. Prior to tripping LOL I felt I was moving too fast, not physically but mentally. I often live my life very regimented perhaps not outwardly but internally. Let me explain: my brain has a way of getting caught in a cycle. I tell myself a story about my life or how “good” I’m doing and then it’s hard for me to shed this mindset. This consensus is often based on arbitrary details and tends to emphasize all of the things I feel I’m falling short in instead of highlighting things I’m doing well. So why am I telling you this? Sometimes you need to be stopped, in my case physically, and take a second to breathe. Do with that what you will. The other take away is the ice cream isn’t going anywhere, please watch your step.
NEVER A DULL MOMENT
As a result of my foot, I’ve been taxi-ing to work everyday. If New York was a person, he’d be my taxi driver yesterday morning. “AYYY GOOD MORNING” were the first words he uttered. After telling him my destination, he proceeded to explain the exact route he was planning on taking to get me there. “IM THINKING OF TAKING 27TH DOWN TO 3RD MAKING A LEFT ILL SCOPE OUT 5TH THEN MAYBYE 34TH AND ILL SEE IF I CAN GO AROUND…” this continued until we were in front of my office. He did in fact get me there early so maybe he was on to something. Never a dull moment.