Most definitely going to die soon.
Thanks to a certain friend, I've learned to watch for the signs the universe is sending me. Lately, it seems that can't be anything good. In fact, it seems kind of like I'm living in another incarnation of the Final Destination series.
A few weeks ago, I was showing off a freshly shaved pair of legs in a pair of shorts, standing on the corner waiting to cross the street and go to work. I was wearing my iPod and living on planet Nora, which is how I didn't see or hear the streetsweeper approaching. Let me just assure you that the combination of lotioned legs, humidity, and garbage debris is extremely sexy and not at all disgusting.
Last week I was walking past a small gardening shop as they were closing up. I didn't really notice the shop guys trying to retrieve precariously placed oversized terra cotta pots from a high shelf until one crashed right in front of me. "DUDE," said a guy walking by, "That almost fell on your head. Shit!" Yeah, I had almost shit my pants.
But the real sign that the universe wants me out of here came as I was walking up the street, engaged in pleasant conversation and minding my own business. And a pigeon flew into my face. Totaly bird torso right to the face. Every germ on the planet slammed directly into the place where I see, breathe and eat.
And now the wait begins. It's been a great 23 years.
You're so lucky you didn't go blind from the pigeon's body or it's germy poop. Also, I think you should buy some lotto tickets. Seems to me you're extremely lucky.
All I could say is that maybe the universe is telling you to look around and see. Observe. Take it in. Breathe it in. Live it - every minute of being in NYC and all that is part of being in this great city. Take your iPod off, get off the cell phone, and jump off Planet Nora and listen to the sounds of the city.
Maybe the universe is warning you that something is worth looking up for ...
Living in NYC is one of the most multi-sensory experiences anyone could enjoy. So ... instead of seeing, breathing and eating germ-saturated pigeon shit - look up and see, breathe and eat polluted NYC air. It makes your lungs stronger.
PS: Who is this friend that practices 'signology' and does Tom Cruise know of the infiltration of this new religion?
PPS: It's this transition time in our lives when we become most vulnerable and you seem to nontice the world ganging up on you. But remember dear girl that transition is just the inner conflect of our lives. And we all need conflict in our lives. Without that, we would all still remain single-cell organisms.
And this is why I want to make sure you're in my wedding some day. Oh, the stories...
One time Josh and I were walking home down Cleneay, and we noticed there were more birds directly overhead than either of us had ever seen before. "Hey, it's starting to rain," one of us mentioned, hearing the pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the sidewalk. No, that wasn't rain that the heroes of our story heard; it was bird excrement. We started running down the street, trying to avoid the shit storm. Alas, I was hit.
"They got me! Go on, save yourself!" I yelled to Josh. Somehow, through the fog of war, we made it home. I took off my winter hat I was wearing, the hat that saved my life. There, sitting directly on the stitches that marked the middle of the cap, lay the shards of "the one that got me." Looking at that splattering of bird detritus on my cap, right where my beautiful hair would've been, had it been a warmer day, made me realize how fragil life is.
Well, it looks like the drug-induced, horoscopish long comment spot got taken, I'll just leave a short one.
yeh well last week a bottle of aceylene almost blew up.....im about to drop some science on you so get ready.....acetylene is a mixture of several different gasses that if the pressure leaving the bottle exceeds about 15 psi the gasses start to seperate and it has the ability to self combust. so thats what happened but the idiot who set u pthe bottle wrong ran out the shop so i saw the firery ball of fire and i ran to it (not smart) and shut the valve.......so beat that pigeion face!
The ancient Romans believed in auguries -- particularly the flights of birds. (Back me up on this Jay.) So, methinks the flight of that bird portends something -- hmmm, interesting is about to happen.
I'm mildly offended that Jay's assistance was sought here--Sure, he may be the smartest person we know, but I am nominally a Latin teacher too...