Saturday, October 27, 2007

Tacos: The Cure for Everything...Literally Everything!

I am still alive...replying to Mademoiselle...

Anywho, a lot has happend. I did not get the baby-sitting job after all, which sucks, but I got this great job as an elementary school tutor. I am excited. School and social life are great, if that consists of devoting all your time to studying and going out of your way to do things for others...if that is the definition...then yes, my school and social life kicks @$$!

No...not really. I am overwhelmed by the way I have been spreading myself thin lately. I am still going through the emotional roller coaster ride the transition process brings along, while trying to help out others as much as I can.

Yesterday, was a rainy day and I felt so sad. I got on the train and got a view of the "Big City." I began to cry, while water dripped on my shoulder from the tall man hovering beside me. For a split second, I could not believe that I was all alone in such a big city...away from my loved ones...away from my friends...my social life....the love of my life....all...to be here...in this big city...ALONE!

Once the train began to stop, I got a hold of myself and wiped my tears away. I got off the train and began walking along the street. All I could see were the flashes of neon lights blinding me from buildings advertising their services. One read something like: need help, need to know your future...come inside...we have the answer to all the questions you have in mind...I was almost sold, but to be honest, the only cure that I could think of to get rid of this emotional turmoil was Mexican food!

Alone, I entered this nice looking mexican restuarant. I ordered coffee (of course) and two tacos. I saw this couple enter, and to make matters worst, they sat them near by. Ughh! All I could think of was Mac. How much I miss him and love him dearly. He loves me too. We have been speaking lately and we really want to make things work out. I can't wait to see him again...I love him....as the trying to be sexy-looking waitress arrived with my tacos in hand, all I could think of was, definitely not Mac, but: Damn, these tacos look so GOOD!

1 comment:

Nomadic said...

hummm...if you were in Queens, I wonder if by chance you go to the same Mexican restaurant I always frequented...that would be quite ironic.

Ne pleurs pas ma petite, things have to be hard to feel good later.