Maybe I should start by saying that I constantly wonder if MTA workers get to ride buses and trains for free. But this falls into the category of things that I wonder about, but am forever to lazy to make the effort of researching the answer.
Maybe I should start by saying that Angela Yvonne Davis (born January 26, 1944) is an American political activist, scholar, and author. She emerged as a prominent counterculture activist and radical in the 1960s as a leader of the Communist Party USA, and had close relations with the Black Panther Party through her involvement in the Civil Rights Movement.
Her interests include prisoner rights; she founded Critical Resistance, an organization working to abolish the prison-industrial complex. She is a retired professor with the History of Consciousness Department at the University of California, Santa Cruz, and a former director of the university’s Feminist Studies department.
– Via Wikipedia
Maybe I should start by saying, that over the past two years, I’ve experienced more fakeness and flaking from people I considered friends at a disproportionately high rate.
Thus, I’ve conducted a purge to remove all of the dead weight from my life and no longer allow myself to be subject to people using me, lying to me, and/or running me around in circles.
One of my close friends told me that these negative experiences have been the result of me constantly being to nice to people that don’t actually care about me and to whom I don’t matter that much.
So no more Mr. Nice Guy.
Maybe I should start by recapping this elevator conversation I just overhead:
Brown Hair Lady: “I love this weather. Definitely my favorite time of year! But it’s just a little to breezy.”
Lady with Glasses: “Me too. But I can’t believe it got so cold so fast in October!”
Brown Hair Lady: “Well, it is almost November…”
Black Hair Lady: “I don’t like this weather, I like 82 degrees. Lol.”
Black Hair Lady: “But ugh, I just can’t believe it’s almost the end of the year, I feel like it just started.”
Construction worker to another construction worker:
“The only thing you can say to a man that has lost everything, is that he has lost everything…”
Girl: Take it easy Simba.
Guy: Who are you talking to?
Girl: My stomach.
Girl: I call my stomach Simba when it growls cause it sounds like a lion cub.
The grocery check out line is the ultimate judging ground. You can tell so much about a person based on what they have in their cart/basket.
Hence the couple next to me with nothing in their cart that isn’t labelled “organic”…
Saw a construction worker on the train today using the calculator on his phone trying to figure out is hourly wage paycheck amount.
He seems nervous and jittery and with the train moving he kept hitting the wrong keys…
Hispanic Kid: “Shut up, that’s why ya mom’s retarded…”
Black Kid: “Ok, but your mom is mad strong for no reason and can probably backstroke through mud…”
Hispanic Kid: “Umm, but your mom is mad old, farts dust, and spits out dead flies…”
Black Kid: “Oook, but YOUR mom has a goatee and wears a du-rag……”