Me on me. No photos necessary.

Imagine me, explaining my life, everyday, to everyone. To begin, I lived in the above trailer for a month. When I moved, I moved into an RV that was missing three wheels and my closest friend lived on a bus. 

Now, imagine me at your local Wegman's. With sawdust in my ears, steel in my nose, buttons missing from my clothes, my hair down to my ankles,  and mascara on my cheek. Definitely five espressos lined up for consumption, maybe five whiskeys. Maybe I no longer need the rocks with the whiskey.

Random Person: Oh man, it's been like, so long since I've seen you. Are you still in New York?

Me: Ya, ya, still there.

RP: What are you doing, like designing shit, like clothes or what?

M: No, not really. Just sort of doing random stuff.

RP: Like what?

M: Oh, like making stuff.

RP: Like what?

M: Paintings and things.

RP: Do you paint apartments and stuff?

M: No, not really.

RP: Then what do you paint?

M: Like apples or old RVs.

RP: Is that your job?

M: Sort of.

RP: ?

M: Well, ya, I paint, I'm working on my book, sketching, writing short stories, thinking about being another person that writes a screenplay, thinking about moving transatlantic style, thinking I think too much, thinking about discontinuing my consumption of bacon.

RP: Shit, sounds good to me.

M: Well, it's alright.

(At this point in the conversation it goes one of 3 ways and we both leave thinking how we can't possibly imagine living each other's life)

1. RP: Cool, well, I have to get home to my husband/kids/partner/dog/giant family including dog, cat, twins, triplets, and token older child/etc. Tell your parents I say hi.

2. RP: Sounds great. You were always a bit all over the place. I could never live like you, though I admire it. I'm in town on break from law school/med school/Phd program (in their head they are thinking they will make millions of dollars before I pay off a bad vacation.) I'm meeting so and so tonight. You should come (at which point we both know RP doesn't mean it).

3. RP: Shit. I gotta go get these mushrooms from this guy. Wanna meet later and do 'em?

Seriously. I turned down the mushroom offer.

Sometimes, I jog.

I'm upstate and it was gorgeous sunny day so I went for a jog this morning. I don't typically do this, but the fresh air was calling me. I did my thing and was walking for the last few minutes when another spotted me from across the street. Do I say hello? I have my iPod on, I won't hear her, she probably won't hear me. SHe has headphones on. SHould I wave? WIll she wave? Does she know me? Is it an old schoolmate's mother? I turned my head and noticed her wave out of the corner on my eye. I will forever be the bitch that didn't wave to her on Lake Road.