I did the Jingle Bell Jog this Saturday morning, it was interesting in the fact that normally I’m doing races in Central Park but this one was in Prospect. It was short. Just 4 miles. I’m not used to running in Prospect park but I do enjoy it.
About 2 and a half miles in, while listening to Christmas music on Spotify and thinking to myself how good I felt, I noticed that my shoe had become untied. With out thinking or looking I jumped out of the race to the left in front of a high sped bicyclist, making her scream out loud as she tried to unsuccessfully swerve out of the way. We collided. She fell off her bike as my knee made hard contact with the front of her wheel.
I was mortified and she was not happy. I immediately started to apologize loudly and close to tears. I’m so sorry, it was all my fault. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking it was all my fault.
She was fine I kept running but everything had changed. The morning, which started off as a cool, charming New York winter morning suddenly seemed bare, just a sea of naked twigs and sticks, slick leaves lurking in places you didn’t expect waiting to fail you, make you slip and ruin your ankles. I suddenly hated that stupid race. People all dressed up in their ugly sweaters and Santa hats jogging with their stupid smiles on their faces. This is running! You aren’t supposed to be happy! Stop laughing! What the fuck! I hate you all! You’re all fucking sheep!
I finished at a good time. I was pissed. After meeting someone for coffee I shrugged to the G train.
So lady who I jumped in front of your bike, if you’re reading this:
I’m really really sorry. Honest.
"I love you. I love being around you. I just dont trust you"
She turned to him, cold, biter, sad and desperate… all things she hated being, one of them she had never been before, she asked a simple. “Do you want to be with me?”
Because that’s all it really comes down to, right? Forget sex, attraction, trust issues, status… it comes down to a simple yes or no of “Do you want to be with me?”
He looked at her. Then looked down.
There was nothing else to say, so she looked at him, nodded, choked out a weak “right.” and walked away. And hasn’t stopped walking since.
There isnt much left to write. I’ve been single but not single for almost 6 months now. And for the first time ever I’m angry. I’m angry with him. I’ve never been so angry with anyone before. I may have deserved all of this but I can’t wait until he gets what he deserves. But at the same time why do I keep sleeping on my own couch in my own apartment because the idea of being alone in my own queen sized bed in a large one bedroom shared by just one is sad enough to make me wonder if moving to alaska might be better?
What are you doing new year’s eve? Man. Fuck that song. Fuck the holidays. Screw this christmas tree and forget this nat king cole christmast pandora station
"Blessed Queequeg: Scully’s Best Friend"
by Mari De Monte
Newsprint and linen paper
9 x 12in
$125 each, set of 3 for $350
YOU GUYS I MADE ART AND ITS IN LA PLS GO SEEIT
I am a slightly older gentleman. Should I wear a long-sleeve henley with a sport coat? What if I were drinking bourbon that night, acceptable then?
please. for yourself and everyone you know. pls get laid.
My timing was not what I wanted at all. The first half was amazing but my knee and my nerves got the best of me the second half but who gives a shit I passed the finish line and I’m really proud of myself and thank you again to everyone that supported me. Special thanks to @wildatheartandweirdontop for being my ghost runner and pushing me through the 59th at bridge