My Friend

[dread_despair]

Back in New York City we have convenience stores commonly called bodegas. Often, the proprietor is of Arabic or Indian descent. There was a particular breed of bodega guy who always greeted you with a grin and a "How are you today, my friend

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[anonamouse]

Sometimes I think that the people who know me in this context know me better, or at least in a more pure way, than the people who know more about me--simply because they don't have all these other things cluttering their perception of me. I'm that girl with the bike who gets the same kind of tea every afternoon, that's all. They don't know who my exes are or who I used to live with or any of that drama, no backround static clouding their impression. So they see more. Or maybe I'm just less worried around them, since I don't know all that about them either.

Dunno if that makes sense. Just a theory.

[lickerish]

I love chance meetings with vague acquaintances, they have such a gratifying quality. Sometimes I think those are the only spontaneous social interractions that are easy for me.