First page of the trash archive.

fancy-schmancy.

Posted by jessica on Aug 24, 2011 with 6 Comments
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“I think I got hit on by…like, a professional or something.”

“What?” Leao asked. “What do you mean, a professional?”

“Well, he had a fancy card.”

“A business card?”

“No–like, a social card, I think. It was a card with just the guy’s first name and his phone number on it.”

“Well, what happened?”

And so that’s when I explained to Leao that this guy was sitting next to me on the subway, asking me questions. What’s my name, what do I do, where am I from–that kind of stuff. Then I got to my stop (luckily) and the guy handed me this professional looking card and told me to call him sometime.

So I showed Leao the card.

“I don’t want your trash,” he told me. “You keep…” I watched as he read the name on it, “Sam’s card, if you want.”

“I don’t want to keep his card,” I said, laughing.

“Oh, you probably got hit on by a pick-up artist,” Leao said casually, like we all talk about pick-up artists all day long.

“A pick-up artist?” I asked.

And that’s when I learned that there are conferences for guys. For them to become pick-up artists. Seriously. These guys pay money and they learn from “the experts” how to pick up girls.

“And you know this because you’ve been to one, Leao?” I asked.

“I haven’t been to one!” he said. “I’ve been to seven.”

And then we laughed again.

Anyway, this stuff was just hilarious to me. And pitiful. And so far from what love is about, I think. And getting handed a card by someone who may or may not be a professional pick-up artist (artist! ha!) is a first for me.

But it does remind me that I really should get my own business card. That’s something I’ve been meaning to do for a while. So thanks, Sam, for the reminder, I guess.

still grateful. yes.

Posted by jessica on Jul 24, 2010 with 12 Comments
in I Lift My Eyes Up, Thoughts and Feelings
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My computer kept telling me that it didn’t have room for much of anything else, whenever I tried to download something or even save what I was writing.

So I looked for things that I could delete, just like my little mac suggested. And I came upon some big file that simply said: drew. Perfect, I thought. So I dragged it over to the trash can in the bottom right hand corner of my screen and threw it away. Appropriately, I may add. And then I emptied the trash and I have to say that I made sure the volume was turned all the way up because that crunching sound it makes is quite satisfying for some reason.

And now, I am proud to say, I can once again download things and save my writing. I just hope that there wasn’t anything important in that file. I suppose I should have looked before getting rid of it, but I haven’t noticed anything missing, so I am just gonna assume that it’s all gonna be okay.

That’s basically how I try to live my life, I guess. Assuming the best. And then when the worst comes, dealing with it accordingly. Not that the worst comes much, you know. And the nice thing is that once it’s over, you can count on the fact that at least that can never happen again.

Tonight I was reading through old texts on my phone. I mean, really old. Like another lifetime old. And I came across the last few texts I wrote to Drew before I found out the truth and I felt sorry for that girl who had written them. I knew what she was going to go through, but she still didn’t. And then I realized that I am that girl who had written them and I didn’t need to feel so sorry for her because, look–I am okay.

And no, it doesn’t make a ton of sense, but actually there are times when I even feel a great sense of peace and joy. But still, reading through those texts was weird. It was like looking through pictures of someone who has since passed away. Except that I don’t miss whatever it is that has died.

Not once I realized what it really was.

And at the risk of sounding like a broken record (or maybe just a really cool remix), I am going to say it again: I am grateful.