lucy

I'm back, baby.


A story:

I was coming home from work on a piss-rainy day in Febuary. I wasn't too wrapped up in my thoughts to notice the dirty-looking homeless man that got on the train a stop after me and subsequently stared at me, with an intense look of determination in his eyes. Before he got off the train, he handed me the ripped-off dog ear of a piece of paper, on which he had written something. When I unfolded the scrap of paper, I found that he had written, "Color your nails, condition your hair".
At first, I was offended. Then I glanced at my reflection in the glass. My hair was horribly frizzy, and my nails were chipped and broken. I hadn't been feeling too good about myself that week.

I decided on a whim to do what the hobo said...I went home, I colored my nails, and I colored (and condditioned) my hair.
Afterwards, I felt better. I still have the pice of paper, tucked away in my keepsake box. I'm framing it to remind myself of an important lesson I learned that day:
Everyone, whether they share it with us or not, will have an opinion on us...they like us, they hate us, they think we should condition our hair. And we have two options: we can continue on if we genuinely don't care, or we can do our best to make sure that their opinion of us is a positive one if we do.
It's really difficult sometimes to swallow your pride and admit when you've been a douchebag, but everyone fucks up sometimes and the best way to deal with it is to admit your mistakes and learn from them, put it behind you and move on.

I've been a real douchebag about things lately.


If I ever run into that hobo again, I'm going to buy him dinner.

Hope y'all are well.

What's a lesson you've learned about life firsthand?
xoxo
love lucy

p.s.
Happy birthday RadioFrank! This is a man who has been a wonderful friend to me since I met him last year. All a y'all...Go NOW, and wish this fine gentleman a happy birthday!