It's Funny Running Into You...
It's been awhile since I've sat in a coffee shop in Brooklyn. Coffee shops have become momentary. They have been fleeting stops to fuel my body. Perhaps, my mind even more so. For the last year, I have depended on caffeine more than I ever have in my life. The stresses of two and a half jobs will do that to you. So, coffee shops have become a friend I seem to keep running into. I keep telling said friend that we should make plans to catch up but we never do. So, each time I run into them on the streets of Brooklyn it gets more and more awkward. Even sitting in El Beit right now, listening to the new Sigur Rós album, with my laptop pulled open is a chance encounter. I didn't plan on this conversation. A friend I haven't seen in months cancelled last minute, unintentionally furthering the distance between us. How long can friendships sustain the absence of one another? So, with nothing to do and a desire for conversation, I came here hoping the blinking cursor would inspire a dialogue.
You're reading said dialogue…
The boy next to me is reading Foucault and has a pink umbrella hanging from his table next to him. The strange thing is, I'm convinced he is heterosexual. The barista who poured my drip coffee had a pair of blue eyes that looked like the ocean in the Caribbean. Though, I've never been to the Caribbean so I'm not sure if that description applies.
So, here I am having a conversation with myself and a coffee shop. My mind is clouded with unspoken anxieties. I stopped taking my antidepressant because I didn't want to pay a $40 copay to see my psychiatrist. I think I made a mistake. I want to blame the hot, humid weather in New York right now for my lethargy but I have a feeling my brain misses my daily doses of Wellbutrin.
I stepped in a puddle in the sidewalk while walking on Bedford. It felt warm and I keep thinking it was slime or ooze. And I think it was this article's fault.
Now the boy next to me is whisper-reading the ethics of Foucault.
Courtney Love changed my life two times in less than three weeks. Once by playing an acoustic set in Montauk while the sun was setting and taking a picture with me and my boyfriend. Not to mention retweeting a picture I took of her while playing at the Surf Lodge. The other time was last week when she plugged her electric guitar in at Warsaw in Greenpoint and made me feel things I haven't felt in some time.
The Blue-Eyed Barista is kicking me out…
You're reading said dialogue…
The boy next to me is reading Foucault and has a pink umbrella hanging from his table next to him. The strange thing is, I'm convinced he is heterosexual. The barista who poured my drip coffee had a pair of blue eyes that looked like the ocean in the Caribbean. Though, I've never been to the Caribbean so I'm not sure if that description applies.
So, here I am having a conversation with myself and a coffee shop. My mind is clouded with unspoken anxieties. I stopped taking my antidepressant because I didn't want to pay a $40 copay to see my psychiatrist. I think I made a mistake. I want to blame the hot, humid weather in New York right now for my lethargy but I have a feeling my brain misses my daily doses of Wellbutrin.
I stepped in a puddle in the sidewalk while walking on Bedford. It felt warm and I keep thinking it was slime or ooze. And I think it was this article's fault.
Now the boy next to me is whisper-reading the ethics of Foucault.
Courtney Love changed my life two times in less than three weeks. Once by playing an acoustic set in Montauk while the sun was setting and taking a picture with me and my boyfriend. Not to mention retweeting a picture I took of her while playing at the Surf Lodge. The other time was last week when she plugged her electric guitar in at Warsaw in Greenpoint and made me feel things I haven't felt in some time.
The Blue-Eyed Barista is kicking me out…
