Five Types of People

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I am convinced there are just five types of people in this sensory world:

  1. People who ask questions without really wanting answers

  2. People who have answers for everything

  3. People who pretend to have answers to get more questions asked of them

  4. People who ask questions to get answers

  5. People who are content not knowing

I would imagine the last category is the happiest and most satiated. A life of intentional ignorance. There is nothing wrong with ignorance as long as it is deliberate!

Leap Day

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I went to bed awaiting a violent wake up at 7 AM and instead softly opened my eyes to noon sunlight as bright as Arizona day.

I bundled myself in cords of wool and went to the greenmarket down in Union Square and bought exactly 6 apples while juggling a broken snowboard in my left hand. I would have bought 7 but a Jonagold rolled off the scale and I couldn’t be bothered to reach around the pallet box where he keeps his scale to coax it back to the condemned pool of apples awaiting to be snapped apart. So now I have three Jonagolds and three of something that isn’t Braeburn. I can’t remember the name, but I do know it said ‘Great Flavor!’ underneath it. It is the better of the two and now I will have to search for it all over when I go next Saturday.

For lunch, I wolfed down two of these, my fingers stiff cold with the wind whipping between them. I wished then that I got pretzels instead.

Banana Pudding

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Today I was walking by on 49th and 6th when I happened to walk by Magnolia Bakery. And it was packed with the most incredible assortment of people - tourists, regulars, old, young, fat, skinny, hipsters and Upper East Siders. And I thought to myself, how is it that it is so hard otherwise to make all these people happy, and yet all it takes is banana pudding? I am guilty myself. I hadn’t been since college, but it took all of a half-second for all the memories to tickle. Banana pudding! How funny this world is.

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NY152

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I watched one of my favorite movies of my life ‘You’ve Got Mail’ earlier today, and it made me profoundly sad at all the ways of life that are slipping away. From my generation anyway. We’ve forgotten how to write complete sentences, and string them together in long, beautiful letters full of voice and life and person. A real person. Not the charade everyone seems to be trying to live these days. Who does this anymore? And when you realize the answer is ‘nobody’, don’t you think that sad?

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