Monday, July 27, 2009



Pull my body up, slip from behind the seat in the shadowed train car. Wanting to be the first person out so I can run to the subway so I can run to the most important meeting of my life. Can't run, my feet are scissored by these old gold shoes that carried me to prom five years ago. Waiting for the train to stop, looking at the watch-face of the elegant yet nondescript woman next to me. She sees something on my bag, points. "Is this true?"

I stare. "What?"

She points again to my bag, this time at the button, which reads "I've Found Jesus!" and, in smaller print, "He was behind the sofa the whole time".

"I'm not religious. It's a...joke," I try to explain, silently willing her to notice the small print before I am forced to explain for the entire car.

All the fervor sweeps out of her. "Oh, that's too bad. For you. That's too bad for you."

I stare at my feet and bite back an "excuse me?"

I then scuttle to work, sliding around in my slippery shoes, wondering why my religious preferences matter to people like this. I appreciate their concern and all, but couldn't it be better directed at something that actually needs it? Like poverty?

1 comment:

Tea said...

hello to you too. Thank you for thanking me. And I thought I'd be reading it again soon, because I could have sworn I saw a preview for a movie of it, but it doesn't appear to actually exist, so I'm clearly confusing dreams and reality again.

And I like your blog, too. The method of writing little snippets of reality instead of using the blog as a soapbox is interesting (by interesting, I mean actually intriguing, not like how I used to say interesting when my mother asked me about food I didn't like). You write well.

May I ask why you were wearing your prom shoes?