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

Transit Romance 135

Bus Stop
Today I had such a romantic bus ride! I’ll probably never see the guy again (but then, with my ironic life you never know haha) but it was really cool just to share a moment with someone. This nice curly haired boy was sitting across from me smiling and after avoiding eye contact for what I realized was no reason I finally looked back at him. He was rocking out to some song and then laughed when he saw me watching him. After a minute he offered my a headphone so we both leaned across the aisle to share a moment of music. It reminded me of lady and the tramp a little bit… only less messy and meaty. Then more people got on so we had to severe our connection. The seat next to me became available and he moved into it. He kept playing different songs he liked and it was really cool to have this completely stranger just share the things that made him happy with me. I shall share with you some of the cool songs I discovered today:

We mostly listened but exchanged a few words about instruments and some jokes I couldn’t quite hear but laughed at anyway.

I love that I can be single and still experience romance. And that connecting with another person doesn’t have to mean anything or have a future or a past. Just a moment. A shared happiness? Maybe he’s gay. Maybe he is in a relationship. Maybe he isn’t looking for one. Maybe he’s vegan. Maybe he’s not. It doesn’t matter! It was beautiful.

I considered trying to do some sort of contact info exchange but it didn’t happen organically so I got off at my stop with a name and some songs in my back pocket. Thanks Tony. Maybe this is my missed connection. Maybe it’s just a moment. Oh and we grew up in the same area… Magic!

Don’t forget to smile!

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

Back on the Bike!

Today I got back on the bike! After falling and bruising myself i’m up again! I realized I wasn’t going to make my bus and I needed to get to school for my course so the bicycle was my only option. [SIDENOTE: Speaking of which, I think the bicycle needs a name. Suggestions?] I rode very cautiously and avoided the hill that led to my demise last time. I had some trouble finding the right are of the secure bike lockup that SFU Surrey offers. When I finally did get in there I realized I had no idea how to chain my bike up properly so I hastily tried to copy the bike next to mine. After class I had rehearsal and by the time I was back in Surrey it was 9:30PM and dark out. Since I had a black jacket on and have yet to find headlights I rode mostly on the sidewalks. It was very wet out. I really like the noise it makes when it rains though, and I found it to be quite cleansing for me.

I’m looking forward to my future as a bicycle commuter. I can’t wait to be one of those skinny active people who have the freedom to travel wherever, whenever. I mean workouts, spandex, getting to ring a bell… What’s not to love? Perhaps i’ll be able to give it a good rep and a new image less dorky image… who am I kidding haha x D

Also, while I was out I saw several other cyclists and had an amazing discovery. This is an awesome way to meet people! All of the bicycle commuters I know are vegetarian and they all care about the environment. This could be a great way to make friends and meet like-minded individuals. Futurehusband anyone? hehe.

See you on the road peeps.

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

MY DAY WITHOUT SHOES

In case you missed it, Thursday was One Day Without Shoes, an event created by the inspiring company TOMS Shoes. This was my experience.

WHAT A BEAUTIFUL One Day Without Shoes With TOMS Shoes!!! Show your sole/soul and join the barefoot movement : D | Thu at 9:20am

It was one of those cold yet sunny mornings and I was awoken by the morning light shining on me. I painted my toes and set out for another adventure. I walked from my house to the bus stop that I usually visit and noticed so many hazards along the way! I stubbed my toe on the sidewalk and nearly avoided some glass! I am not sure why I thought this event would be easy but in deciding to participate it never occurred to me that things would be difficult. Shoes are one of those things I don’t really think about too much. You don’t notice how crucial they are until you are barefoot. I guess that was the point of the event. Like that song says…

Nobody said it was easy

No one ever said it would be this hard

– The Scientist, Coldplay

Anyways I got a lot of funny looks on the bus but I just kept smiling and laughing at the situation. I had to go to school to write an exam and before/after I got the chance to explain the event to people. Next I skytrained to the theatre and quickly learned that: escalators = bad (they are painful to stand on because of the grooves), people spit everywhere, and gum is unavoidable. I noticed how the different surfaces I walked on felt. Some concrete is soft and smooth while other surfaces are rough and untamed. Also, aside from protecting feet, shoes help to keep you warm! I had to do a little jig to keep my toes from freezing.

Girl on transit laments, “my feet are so cold even with boots on.”; Try a Day Without Shoes. Vancouver is #hardwithoutshoes | 11:00 AM Apr 8th via tx

While aboard the 97 a kind soul tapped me on the shoulder to observe that I had no shoes. I think she was prepared to offer me some, I was very touched. While I was crossing the street a man in an SUV pointed so I tried to explain as best I could (yelling at an intersection isn’t the best way to tell people things..), it was an entertaining gesture (PUN!).

After the show finished I continued my barefoot journey to Coquitlam Centre. On the way I convinced some friends to join the barefoot revolution…

Then before returning to the barricade (for Les Miserables) we got to sit outside and enjoy the beauty of nature for a while. Yay for Lafarge Lake! The whole day was pretty awesome and I could literally feel the love and joy around me (I think it helped that Ingrid Michaelson song “everybody” was stuck in my head and set to repeat on my iPod, how can you NOT feel happy when playing that?)

I am a mover and a shaker. Today, I am grateful for shoes.