Mess of My Life
New York, Central Park, Saturday, 12:45 pm. The noises are of a day in full swing, traffic heavy, cars honking, and children playing. The harsh rays of the afternoon sun impale my shut eyelids and I awake suddenly, every thought in high definition. My eyes take in every ray of light and I see the colors of brown and red, flood the park’s grass. I stretch, reaching my arms forward, breathing in the polluted, yet crisp autumn air of New York and without a doubt I know it’s the afternoon. Memories flood my mind from the night before. “Chug! Chuuug! Chuuuug!” … hundreds of frat boys chanting and screaming obnoxiously in my ear, haunt my remembrances. Oh god, I roll my eyes in mortification, those words now resonating and reverberating …show more content…
Christ. Get a grip.
I reach to check my phone for the first time, *9 missed calls and 2 voicemails from MOM*. Shit, the time was almost 1:00 and I had about 10 minutes to get to work. Well thank god for that breath mint because I’m going to work like this. I made my way towards the street which connected to my work, trying to smooth my hair down my hair as I passed the endless carts of men and woman food vendors.
Horns shrieked as one cab darted in front of another with only inches to spare and then other cars and taxi’s slammed on their breaks as bold pedestrians stepped into the intersection seconds before the light changed. I was one of those daring pedestrians walking out, as there was massive shouting and anger from a cab driver behind me. In a mere second all would forget the exchange, it was the natural beat of this chaotic city. From cussing to honking, I strode by swiftly passing the other hundreds of New Yorkers, with my head bent down, disregarding their faces of judgment glares and with each step I took, trying to overlook the fact that I reeked of liquor and looked like it …show more content…
Maybe I’m experiencing a true mental crisis. I took out the unsettling and uncanny letter from my purse and unfolded it. Capitalized black ink titled the page and stared at me directly in the face, “7 DAY NOTICE OF EVICTION!” That title, oh god did it mock me. My sense of helplessness was overwhelming. What I wanted to do was pull some gigantic emergency brake on the universe, like the breaks that were arm’s length away from me on this subway. I wanted to scream timeout and have the world pause, until I could get a grip on myself and on what the hell I was going to do with my life. “Why can’t you?” her comment resonating in the back of my
New York, Central Park, Saturday, 12:45 pm. The noises are of a day in full swing, traffic heavy, cars honking, and children playing. The harsh rays of the afternoon sun impale my shut eyelids and I awake suddenly, every thought in high definition. My eyes take in every ray of light and I see the colors of brown and red, flood the park’s grass. I stretch, reaching my arms forward, breathing in the polluted, yet crisp autumn air of New York and without a doubt I know it’s the afternoon. Memories flood my mind from the night before. “Chug! Chuuug! Chuuuug!” … hundreds of frat boys chanting and screaming obnoxiously in my ear, haunt my remembrances. Oh god, I roll my eyes in mortification, those words now resonating and reverberating …show more content…
Christ. Get a grip.
I reach to check my phone for the first time, *9 missed calls and 2 voicemails from MOM*. Shit, the time was almost 1:00 and I had about 10 minutes to get to work. Well thank god for that breath mint because I’m going to work like this. I made my way towards the street which connected to my work, trying to smooth my hair down my hair as I passed the endless carts of men and woman food vendors.
Horns shrieked as one cab darted in front of another with only inches to spare and then other cars and taxi’s slammed on their breaks as bold pedestrians stepped into the intersection seconds before the light changed. I was one of those daring pedestrians walking out, as there was massive shouting and anger from a cab driver behind me. In a mere second all would forget the exchange, it was the natural beat of this chaotic city. From cussing to honking, I strode by swiftly passing the other hundreds of New Yorkers, with my head bent down, disregarding their faces of judgment glares and with each step I took, trying to overlook the fact that I reeked of liquor and looked like it …show more content…
Maybe I’m experiencing a true mental crisis. I took out the unsettling and uncanny letter from my purse and unfolded it. Capitalized black ink titled the page and stared at me directly in the face, “7 DAY NOTICE OF EVICTION!” That title, oh god did it mock me. My sense of helplessness was overwhelming. What I wanted to do was pull some gigantic emergency brake on the universe, like the breaks that were arm’s length away from me on this subway. I wanted to scream timeout and have the world pause, until I could get a grip on myself and on what the hell I was going to do with my life. “Why can’t you?” her comment resonating in the back of my