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

Perfect Timing

Sometimes I have perfect timing. Arriving on the sky train platform just as the train arrives, bumping into someone in a strange and random place, JUST catching the bus… I could go on.

Yesterday I experienced amazing timing. I was on my way to the final awards presentation for the Global Agents Micro Credit Challenge, an event which I have been promoting extensively as part of my LEAD program team project. They had asked me to make a video/slideshow compilation of the project so as I took the sky train to the Global Agents HQ I edited some photos and videos together. My laptop battery was at 20% so I tried to be really efficient. I finished the project and then exported the final video with 8% battery remaining. I had my fingers crossed as I exported the video. With 1% battery remaining I transferred the video to my flash drive, ejected the flash drive and closed my laptop to avoid losing everything I had open. *phewf* OH, and this all happened just as I arrived at my sky train stop! As I was walking to the awards presentation I bumped into my friends Diana and Justin from IATSU! They had just come from a conference our Faculty put on (which I missed out on but wanted to attend). Perfect! I arrived at the awards event on time and really enjoyed seeing all of the creative ideas the teams came up with.  Check out all the photos from the event here!

now… GO HAVE YOURSELF AN ADVENTURE : )

Reasons I Love Public Transit

Snowed-in bus

via kevinharding2

  1. You get to meet cool people.
  2. It is an opportunity for missed connections.
  3. When the bus is full and I have to stand I like to pretend I am surfing… or riding a magic carpet.
  4. When riding the 145 Bus down Burnaby Mountain I like to sit in the very back centre seat and pretend I am riding a horse.
  5. Some people smell really good.
  6. You get to overhear the funniest and most delightful conversations.
  7. You can run into people you know.
  8. You get to see the lower-mainland and the city from above via the Skytrain.
  9. You can stare at the good-looking strangers.
  10. You can use your time in transit to enjoy a good book, album or conversation via text message.
  11. It is an opportunity for adventure : D

FREEZE, vol.2!

Yesterday I attended another Vancouver Improv Anywhere Flashmob. After having so much fun at the 2010 Silent Skytrain Dance Party (video) how could I say no?

Everyone met at Burrard Station and then we went to the “secret location”, which was Metrotown. There was a little confusion because the guy told everyone to go to the Atrium Court when he meant the Grand Court but we figured it out. They kept asking everyone to look around and see the people that were with the group (so that everyone could tell when others were freezing) and I was

identified as “blued haired chick” : P

After the first freeze we all went to the skytrain platform and did it again. The second time was easier, I was more focused. During the first freeze I almost lost it several times. COMPOSURE! It was good fun and on the rude home we met some other Surrey people and theatre kids. I’m sure i’ll be out at more flashmobs like this in the future!

Here’s a recap of the event…

Poetry in Transit

Saw this on the skytrain tonight. I concur.

from What It Feels Like for a Girl

When you are thirteen

the world is a small room.

A bedroom.

A locker at school.

A box.

Gym socks, combination locks.

Four walls and a roof.

For every difficult problem: a proof.

– Jennica Harper