I have to report that I am working on something as a gift for someone close to me that i’ll post in the next few days that has absolutely got me leaking out of the eyes, just an insane emotional response. you know what, that’s such a beautiful thing to be able to do, to access really powerful emotions at will. I’m not at all embarrassed that i’m so emotional, either, I think we should all have a good cry if we can.
i’m serious, picture me in a puddle of tears and snot, half way through a pint of strawberry ice cream, just laid up typing frantically as I hear drums from what I assume is a st.paddys day parade in the distance. I don’t really want to go anywhere in Jamaica, I was at the bodega down the street and being out of my house was making me all anxious. somehow I became a pussy. a bunch of my belongings are already packed up and I’m ready to get out of here, i’m over it. i’m not trying to spend any money, either.
I am going to have to spend some money tomorrow, however because i’ve got a plan. i’m going to take the E train from Jamaica to the World Trade Center where I can visit the installation of people sharing handwritten stories known as “the strangers project”. it’s actually their fault that I write the blog you are reading right now, because in 2021 I shared a little tale of what life was like on the street of NYC during the peak of the COVID 19 pandemic. they posted it on their Instagram with over 100k followers, and all of the sudden I was getting tons of encouraging messages telling me to keep telling my stories. look at that it’s 3 years later, and I’m writing almost every single day. not just writing, but getting access to parts of my personality and emotional composition that I never had before. this young man, Brandon, inadvertently changed the course of my life for the better. this kid, who I don’t even know, opened doors for me that I couldnt even imagine.
I have ADHD, so I always get hyper obsessed with hobbies only to completely forget about them two weeks later. to keep at something for 3 years is completely unheard-of for me.
i’m gonna go to ground zero and write a little thank you. i’ll admit I wouldn't mind getting in front of all of those eyes again, too, if possible. i’m pretty convinced that this is what I want to be doing with myself, so i’m willing to face my odd, irrational fear of leaving home to try to promote it. I'm not even going to say sorry for self promotion anymore, that's how it works, that's what you have to do. I will give thanks where it’s due, since I haven't visited the strangers project since the day I accidentally changed my whole way of looking at the world. plus, i’m gonna get food stamp sushi at whole foods. it should be a nice little Sunday.
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