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Young women who use “inelegant” and make Gucci Mane references in one passage for the ill win. Mreeuh is a top-notch thinker, and I always dig what she shares. Quit ‘sleepin.
Before life started beckoning me to be in several many different places in an orchestrated sequence, sometimes I would leave the house hours before my destination required. It was my way of telling the universe, “Look, I didn’t forget that you needed me! I am here early, I am that eager, I have so much to offer, and I am not taking ‘no’ for an answer!”
The more logical reasoning behind this inelegant punctuality was that I didn’t drive. You always have to leave early when you rely on public transportation, whether it’s a train or airplane.
My agenda required me to wait urgently for everyone else in the world to get to when they must go; I somehow became enrolled in this elaborate system. But how do you wait urgently? What could be so urgent about waiting? Whatever the most urgent activity that was ever created in history, waiting must be the exact opposite. Alas, the world sustained this contradiction, and continued to spin.
Gucci Mane was halfway wrong. Girls may come and go, but buses don’t come and leave every 15 mins. Not in Atlanta. And when they do, they are going in some place where you don’t belong. I knew all about this. My life was full of places where I didn’t belong.
But the train, this was an assigned position. The universe had chosen me as the perfect candidate at this exact location, at this exact time. This was a fast-moving transition, and that felt good, because people are constantly transitioning at high speeds. It was the appropriate human thing to do. There I was: being human, mechanically.
I always think of complicated ways to justify my existence. Since I thought of this on the train, this mentality must be human as well. My interconnected tapestry of human-ness started unraveling when the train stopped at Doraville and required everybody to get off. I didn’t get off. The man on the intercom clearly didn’t get the memo. I was supposed to be here. This was where I need to be. Alas, the train sustained this opposition, and the wheels kept spinning. http://mreeuh.com/
