i'll be your beautiful letdown
So yesterday, because i stayed home from school early, i went to the walpole mall before work to pick up a book im supposed to be reading for english.
after that, i realized i had a good ten minutes to kill, and apparently that means i must feel that 10 minutes by spending money. It's true, time IS money.
i decide i want to get a cd. i buy way too many lately, but it's fun. like a little present to myself, each song a new excitement? i dont know, im just trying to justify it.
BUT the point of this entry:
as i walked into the mall, i saw this woman. this very very old woman. she was sitting on one of those benches that are against the wall in the corridor of the mall. she was sitting there, looking almost comatose, but slowly eating a chocolate ice cream cone, as if it were the best thing to happen to her in ages, and she wanted to cherish every moment.
and all i could think was-
when i get old, i just want to sit on benches and eat ice cream cones, reaaaaaaal slooooow.
so kudos to you, my old anonymous friend.
may your days be long, your benches, comfortable, and your ice cream cones, warm enough so not to hurt your sensitive gums and dentures!
i'll be thinking of ya 70 years from now, when im sitting on a painfully uncomfortable bench, eating a ice cream cone that is waaay too cold, and complaing, "well my friend 70 years ago had a nice bench to eat, and ice cream cone to sit on, WHY CANT I?"
and my elderly peers will laugh at me senile tendencies and mistaken word order. but i'll sigh, and keep licking away at that ice cream cone, reaaaal sloooow.
after that, i realized i had a good ten minutes to kill, and apparently that means i must feel that 10 minutes by spending money. It's true, time IS money.
i decide i want to get a cd. i buy way too many lately, but it's fun. like a little present to myself, each song a new excitement? i dont know, im just trying to justify it.
BUT the point of this entry:
as i walked into the mall, i saw this woman. this very very old woman. she was sitting on one of those benches that are against the wall in the corridor of the mall. she was sitting there, looking almost comatose, but slowly eating a chocolate ice cream cone, as if it were the best thing to happen to her in ages, and she wanted to cherish every moment.
and all i could think was-
when i get old, i just want to sit on benches and eat ice cream cones, reaaaaaaal slooooow.
so kudos to you, my old anonymous friend.
may your days be long, your benches, comfortable, and your ice cream cones, warm enough so not to hurt your sensitive gums and dentures!
i'll be thinking of ya 70 years from now, when im sitting on a painfully uncomfortable bench, eating a ice cream cone that is waaay too cold, and complaing, "well my friend 70 years ago had a nice bench to eat, and ice cream cone to sit on, WHY CANT I?"
and my elderly peers will laugh at me senile tendencies and mistaken word order. but i'll sigh, and keep licking away at that ice cream cone, reaaaal sloooow.