The Juan Reyes

The following bunches of words are the abandoned, emotion-filled tweets my phone failed at sending.

These were written waiting for, and then on the train:

• 3:24 PM: Oh God. Why did I wear this “Fall Out Boy” Shirt to Manhattan? The Bohemians will eat me alive with their judging eyes.
• 3:26 PM: And My moobs make it so much more noticeable. Someone get my number off of Facebook and text me nice things so I can forget this. 
• 3:29: Why do I openly like such a hated band? Why can’t I have a “Local Natives” shirt. THEN THEY WOULDN’T JUDGE ME #ImKidding #ItsOkay
• 3:29: Fuck it, let the world know I like things. 

Context: 

And then, I got into the city. Where these popped out of my brain hole: 

• 4:35: Why do things have to cost money? I wish I could pay in hugs. I’m good at hugs
• 4:39: So, I’m in union square park, watching a 2-man band perform, sitting on an open bench, with my limeade and new book #this #Is #Nice
• 4:40 I always spend whatever money I save up during the week at @StrandBookStore. I should probably save for other things too. 
• 4:42: I tried not to, I really did, but this Book of the Art of Gil Elvgren was on sale. I want to draw every page. Probably will. 
• 4:44: ugh, everything around here is so nice. I want to live around here like crazy. Who wants to be my roomie? Let’s do this, followers. 

Context:

This happened:

• 4:56:  Girl in Park with short floral dress, gladiator sandals and short, light brown hair, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve seen today. 
• 4:57: Please sit next to me so we can talk about whatever it is you’re reading through your brown sunglasses. 
• 4:59: I should really talk to her, she looks about my age, maybe A little older. If only I had a drop of confidence in me. Then I might. 
• 5:00: I was going to blame the shirt, but it’s all me. 
• 5:03: Some tribal group has gone on now. She’s gone to watch. I lost her to the crowd. I officially suck and hate myself. 
• 5:05: I’m going to take the train now, before I fall in love again. #sigh 
• 5:05: Back to brooklyn, via smelly public transit, alone. Help me feel better, interesting book. 

And of course, a book full of oil paintings of beautiful young women wasn’t going to help. It is interesting though. But I also feel extra melancholy because of it. 

I know I can’t be alone in this. Help me feel better. Tell me, Have any of you ever fallen in love with a beautiful stranger?

So my internet has been cut off

I’m posting from my cousin’s iTouch. Later, my PS3 maybe! Hooray free WiFi! Notes to self: I need to get a router. Also, I need to get a baseball bat and teach my dad a lesson about paying bills on time.