Perfect Stranger

Skytrain

Today a boy I met on the skytrain. We had a little skytrain romance. Before we parted he told me my boyfriend was very lucky because I am beautiful. 

So I see you

and i’m not sure if you caught my eye

or I caught yours

but we keep meeting briefly

in the middle

and I have this urge to know why

to understand

to explain

but I don’t want to ask

I don’t want to break the perfect forcefield of dilated perfection between us

so I sit

and I make up stories that I know you

or you recognize me

or you love me

and then the more I think about it

the more familiar you look

and suddenly we aren’t perfect strangers anymore

we’re just perfect

reunited

or united

I can’t tell anymore

because the past and your unfamiliar face

has become a fantasy

today

was a beautiful day

your face

i love the way

was a beautiful day

a lovely perfect wonderful

beautiful day

I talked about writing this, and this PostSecret I saw about how sometimes people stare at people on the train because they are beautiful, and the wondering…. and I forgot to tell him he was beautiful. And inspiring. And polite. Oops.

Also, he did not mention that I am the lucky one : )

I Think I Fell In Love (on the skytrain)

Beautiful EyeI think I always knew that we are all of one… But I didn’t really realize it until I was staring into this boys eyes on the skytrain yesterday. It was the weirdest thing. I bumped into my transit friend again, for the third time via a bus. Usually if I bump into someone twice I assume it is a sign and some sort of divine coincidence or irony… but three times… wow that must be something special.

I am almost scared to write about it… what if he reads it? What if I ruin it? But then (as SuperForest Jackson Would Say) it is in the past, and it is already a fantasy. And it’s already open to the creation, interpretation, and the fabrication of my forgetful mind.

So basically I turned to my left at the bus stop and there he was, just standing there, reading. I said hi. We got on the bus and talked about wanting to get lost in a forest, and how gross fast food is, and what we would do if the martix was real (or is it? haha). He was really tired and kept almost falling asleep. We talked about Hippy University. He told me he lost his mind. I asked how. He said it exploded. I asked what it looked like. He said it looked like grasses. I said I think mine would look like rainbows and glitter. He said you don’t really know how it’s going to come out until it happens. I told him he was like the Mad Hatter and Cheshire Cat combined. He said he identified with the Caterpillar.

When we got to the skytrain we talked about being alone. I remembered how I think we are always alone (in our minds) and how we are never alone (in the world). Our disagreements weren’t like an argument, more like one person reminding the other of a different perspective, our thoughts blowing back and forth like the wind. He mentioned how he was tired and wanted to be alone… but then said it would be ok if I was there. Wow.

He said he had decided to be awake. I wonder if it was because of me. Then, i’m not sure exactly how but we just stopped talking and were sitting there next to each other, staring into each other’s eyes. While I was looking there I was trying to see inside of him (because they say that the eyes are the portal to the soul) but I noticed that there wasn’t anything to see. It was just me and myself. I had all of the these thoughts and I wanted to write about it, and tell people, I wanted to keep it a secret, and I wanted to know what he was thinking, and I wondered if he knew what I was thinking, and then I tried to send him some intentions (with my mind) so that he’d know that I love him, and then I wondered what he were trying to tell me by just sitting there and staring at me. And I watched him almost fall asleep, going in and out of consciousness, and I laughed because I know what that’s like and it was beautiful. I didn’t want to move. My heart was beating and I was ever-so aware. I realized that we were having a moment of being alone, together.

Part of me wanted to ask for his phone number or someway to contact him, but I didn’t want to do anything to ruin that moment or to change, it because it was wonderful.

Later I was pondering how unintentionally and amazingly romantic he is… the words he said, his eyes… but then I realized it isn’t him – it’s me! I think that romance is all open to interpretation. I can see something or hear something and think it is romantic – and then I create it to be that way. I was singing this when I got home…

I didn’t mean to waste the water
but I couldn’t feel my hands
I stood outside in the rain for 10 minutes today
and I wondered what role in my life that you’d play

I find this incredibly ironic because I often joke that if I had a pick up line it would be, “remember that time I starred at you?” BUT NOW THAT HAS ACTUALLY HAPPENED.

Anywayy… similar to our last meeting…

I love that I can fall in love a million times a day. And that connecting with another person doesn’t have to mean anything or have a future or a past. Just a moment. It was beautiful. Maybe this is my missed connection. Maybe it’s just a moment

Date a Girl Who Cares

So this was inspired by a piece that my friend Trisha wrote called “date a girl who writes” which was inspired by this post titled “date a girl who reads,” which was inspired by this post called “You Should Date An Illiterate Girl”. Yes. Hahaha! Happy Valentines Day!

Kindness

DATE A GIRL WHO CARES by Jenni Rempel

Date a girl who cares. Date a girl who spends her money on helping others instead of clothes. She has problems with time because she volunteers her life. Date a girl who has a list of solutions to the so-called “problems” our world faces. A girl who pines for a better future and thinks before she acts.

Find a girl who cares. You’ll know that she does because she will always have a smile on her face and a genuine interest in others. She’s the one lovingly looking over at strangers on the bus, the one who quietly commits random acts of kindness. You see the weird chick making eye contact with others to break these barriers people often put up? That’s one. They can never resist being polite to others and using “please” and “thank you”. You might also catch her recycling, digging through trash in search of lost bottles and cans, or picking up her three pieces of trash.

She’s the girl appreciating all she has while waiting in that coffee shop down the street with her re-usable mug. If you take a peek at her mug, the vegan creamer is floating on top. Sit down. She might be surprised. Ask her why she cares.

Buy her another cup of fair-trade coffee.

Let her know what you really think of war. See if she you have the same definitions of love and indifference. Understand that if she says everything is perfect, she says that with faith and an unwavering sense of shameless idealism. Ask her where she would love to travel to.

It’s easy to date a girl who cares. Donate your time and money to her favorite organization, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of love and listening each day. Give her hope and words of inspiration from Gandhi, Mother Teresa and the Dalai Lama. Know that you do not need to give her anything for her to appreciate you and be happy. Let her know that you understand that actions are love, and that you choose love. Understand that she knows the difference between dreams and reality but by god, she’s going to live her dreams. It will never be your fault if she fails.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Be honest with her. She will understand and accept the validity of anything you might say. She will not judge you. If she does, she will apologize. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who cares knows that failure always leads up to success. Because girls who care understand that all things are opportunities for learning. That you can always try again. That everything you do is perfect. That life is meant to have these lessons.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who care understand that people grow, and that people are infinite in their potential.

If you find a girl who cares, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM watching a documentary and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if she is part of whichever truth brings her sadness, because she is.

You will propose on a volunteer trip. Or at a protest. Or very casually next time you’re at the local farmer’s market.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids who eat healthy and have incredibly strong values. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite “her wishes for the world” under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who cares because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most purposeful life imaginable. If you want the world and the beautiful future beyond it, date a girl who cares. Because she’ll love you. Because she cares.

Untitled Poem on Irony

'The Comedy of Errors' by William Shakespeare
UNTITLED POEM

I want you to be my greatest coincidence,

to beat on the door of my innocence.

Shall we wrap ourselves in irony?

like some sort of Shakespeare comedy?

For there’s a danger in your smile.

It might trick me for a while.

I’ve been led down a path,

which i’ve not been.

All together unexpected –

chasing names like we meant it.

Avoiding some calamity,

with our clandestine revelry.

Do tell what’s your name?

And what is your trade?

A heartsmith or just a pretty face.

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inspired by a page from my ironic life.

OH. And while we’re talking about irony… love this.

The Offbeat Romantic Dream (A Poem)

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It would be

oh so hipster and oh so nice

to make photocopies and drink red wine

& we could dance to a song from another time

or ride bicycled together, findin’ rocks to climb

build a fort out of the sheets

an call it a castle that we’ll never have to leave

– except to go to work and school…

and meet all of our friends too…

cause there will always be, more than just me and you.

“And he wouldn’t let me go…”

“He looked in my eyes with such intensity and such love, and it was an incredible experience. And we just sat there together, sort of drunk on each-other. He embraced me like a long-lost friend and it was just beautiful… And he wouldn’t let me go.”

– said the man of the gorilla

That’s the most romantic thing i’ve heard today haha!

– via SuperForest

Movie: Kurbaan

My mom’s friend lent her this shady copy of the indian movie Kurbaan. When I got home at like 1:30AM on Saturday night she convinced me to watch it with her.

The movie itself was really well done. The acting was very convincing and all of the effects were believable. It was like watching 4 movies in one because it seemed to hit all the genres. There was romance, mystery, suspense, action (complete with explosions and pyro effects). It starts out very lighthearted and the cover we had was different from the one i’ve pictured here. When it started to get more intense we were both really surprised… but hooked nonetheless. It was a very political movie, touching on the current conflict the US has in the middle east.

It was kind of funny becasue it had english subtitles the whole time (even though they spoke english about half the time). Even the music had subtitles. There was one subtitled song that had the lyrics:

Decorate your tomorrow today.

Spend happy moments in the path of life.

Everyone’s love has a story.

I approve : )