Life, Regurgitated

wow. is it true that i have been a nyc resident for almost a month now? last night i had dinner with two friends, one of them is a former Lexingtonian who moved here a year ago. we chatted about how quickly you come to be a new yorker. i find myself OFTEN irritated with these tourists...the ones who stop in the middle of the sidewalk to snap some random picture of something. i snarl now and say stuff like, "get out of my way", "why dont you pull over to take that picture", "what on earth would possess you to stop in the MIDDLE OF THE SIDEWALK WITH YOUR GROUP OF 40 PEOPLE TO TAKE A PICTURE!! i also find myself avoiding places like times square, midtown and anywhere there may be a lot of tourists. my friend, k.h. laughed and commented that she often finds herself getting ticked at tourists as she hoofs it home as fast as possible so that she can...sit on her couch! oh, i know this feeling. GET OUT OF MY WAY I HAVE SOMEWHERE TO Be....errr, IM A NEW YORKER, GET OUT OF MY WAY! ahh, i love this city. i finally have not only permission to be a mean girl, but an inherent RIGHT to be one. i may never leave here.

so, today im going to deviate from my original blog idea: the craziest shit i have seen in NYC, simply because, though i have seen some crazy shit, i know there is more right around the corner, and by god, i want to craft that blog perfectly.

so today, a more serious post about the way things come back around. i think ill name this blog: Life, Regurgitated.

ive had an interesting opportunity to reconnect with someone i haven't seen in about 10 years. the last time i saw her, im pretty sure, was somewhere in my junior year of college. its funny though, there is no real explanation for why we haven't seen each other in 10 years. i thought she was great, and funny, and we were, for all practical intents and purposes, "friends". we each just, sort of went our own way. it happens all the time. we are friends with someone, then our lives go different ways, we facebook friend each other, and then we just live their life vicariously through them by stalking their photo page. i know im not the only one who does this, as i have personally talked to many people who take this approach to "keeping in touch."

but thats not even what i want to talk about either. i actually have no idea where this blog is going. not unusual for me. i seem to be more ADD than ever before. i think nyc does that to you too. i guess the end point, the essential learning i want you to take away from this blog is that you NEVER know when people will come back into your life. a relationship that seemed to be inconsequential and insignificant may come back around in a surprising way. sometimes you are able to offer a friendship you werent even capable of the first time you collided into each other. sometimes you will be a part of something karmic that seemingly has nothing to do with you, but in fact weaves you into its fibers. it is both incredibly enlightening and rather odd to find that the way you categorized or defined someone in college wasn't even close to being right. people are strange and irrational creatures and have this way of sneaking up and surprising you. i'm so happy for my friend and the new place she has found herself in. im also happy for me for finding a way to redefine a person and a relationship i had previously judged to be something completely different.

point being, the doors we close are not always closed for good. the people behind them might come knocking, and now i know it is absolutely worth the effort to answer. when life regurgitates itself on you, it is at least worth taking a closer look at why you are revisiting that person, place, or thing...

so maybe next week, ill work on paying more attention to the people taking the pictures. maybe ill make more eye contact, be less abrasive, and look at who im talking to. it could be a elementary school classmate, a high school teammate, a sorority sister or a Kentucky Wildcat FANATIC. (oh, i'm really hoping for one of those).

actually, thats such a lie. i know ill just curse the stupid tourists under my breath, while secretly loving that the place they are trying so hard to capture memories of on a camera so they will never forget---is my HOME.

akygirlgonenyc.