Location: 4 hours ago, getting caught in the rain
Mood: depressed
Music: Now up and at em it’s on, I was raised to be strong
Me: Hello, you don’t remember me, but I was in your French class in seventh grade. My name’s Logan…
Ran into her last year grabbing a bite to eat near the rents. She was in a shop trying to get an old pair of glasses fixed. Pulled out this beat up purse and dug through for $20 to pay the guy.
She was laid off years ago. No one wanted to learn French anymore. The only reason I did was because of pretty girlie named Yvey in her class. But I digress.
She didn’t have $20 and they didn’t take Amex, which is all I had. So she put her glasses, held together with tape, back on her face.
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Her: (quietly) Thank you. I wish they’d let me teach again.
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Had an awful day today and thought of the above cause here’s what I was thinking that day: I used to have coin. And now I didn’t even have a lousy 20 bucks to help out this little old lady.
My birthday’s coming up. Never woulda imagined I’d be where I am at 35. Want so bad to be better than I was. Maybe it’s not in the cards.
Don’t worry. Not gonna whine. Just lemme say that it sucks when you realize that the saying’s totally true: Men plan; God laughs.
And the Devil? He’s always waits.
YASYCTAI: Watch Johnny Handsome. Cause sometimes, they’ll never let you any better than you are. (90 mins/1 pt)
hm. was that in hs? and do you mind me asking what hs you went to?? … or the initials of that teacher?
Planning is such an essential part of me, even though it blows up in my face regularly.I guess I keep hoping it'll end up my way someday…
YM – this was my junior high school teacher Mrs. Reynolds – don't know her initials but she had silver/blond hair. Alana – things always seem to come down on me. I can usually handle it well when it does, but the relentlessness of it all is beginning to wear on me.