Dramatic Affectation:
So like, when I was sitting in the S bus, during like the worst traffic time of day, this event that just like changed my life happened. A dude that was like old, with this Coachella felt hat and a long cord that reminds me of like the new shoelace belt trend, and a long giraffe neck was so rude. Like as people are leaving to go to the bus stop he just got like aggressively frustrated. I mean there were so many people on this bus that I was like dying from heat. He like was incredibly rude to one of the dudes that was just like standing near him. And this wasn’t like during the morning before most people have had their latte, this was midday. He just like intensely said to this dude that he was like physically moved every time any of these like other people that got off the bus even moved, which I think is being like super dramatic. His tone was like so harsh that I was not only afraid for this dude’s life, but also like my own. Instead of like even offering the seat to someone like me, who totally needed it, he just jumped into and totally took over the spot. The worst part is that not only did he ruin my midday, but I also had to see him just two hours later, in like the Cour de Rome, which of course is like just in front of the gare Saint-Lazare. The most interesting part was that his friend was totally attacking his fashion and telling him he needed another button for his last season coat. I mean he like totally had a point, it was a true crime of fashion to even look at. I thought his friend was like way too nice by showing him where he needed a button on his lapels, which is something I would never have done for this rude dude. Whatever I’m just glad I survived this experience.
Borgias and I/ Kendall and I remix:
The other one, the one called Kendall, is the one for which things can change in a second. I run through the gift-shop lined streets of Longmont past the people looking at “I love Longmont” tees in all the colors of the rainbow and I see her one second she’s dressed all in black and the next she is gone blending in with the crowds. I know of Kendall from all the books she’s inscribed with names and dates, the movie quotes written on papers, sketchbooks and napkins, but most importantly I see her in each part of her room that is inherently filled with the objects that make up the parts she vacillates between, past and present. I like indie films, band tees, and the way creating art makes me feel; she shares these preferences, but in a vain way that makes her feel important for understanding the obscure. She buries the parts that I push forward, in favor of a calm and quiet demeanor, instead of one that would thrust her on stage. It would be an exaggeration to say that our relationship is strained; she is part of every uncomfortable silence, every painting, and each moment where I find myself unaware of what matters around me. Her obliviousness to the fast pace of time never forces her away from the idealistic world she prefers to live in; relegating me to play the part in dragging her back to reality. Besides she is forever part of my being, as we are housed in the same brain, skin, and clothes; she is a piece that I will never be able to discard in the way she does her objects.
The dream of freedom from the oppression of her many phases has defined the division of our paths and allowed for me to move forward. While I would enjoy relegating her to the sidelines, I have realized that in order to grow I need to give her space in the sunshine to shy away from public speaking or read books that are much too pretentious. In order for us fill the space we live with the dichotomies that make up our personalities, we must continue to influence each other. Our world is shared in more ways than the container we are part of, every word I speak belongs to her, just as every book she reads I hold onto. I know that both of us have shared the process of writing this page.
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