Waiting in line.

Waiting in line. This is something you just have to do some times, especially when you live in a large crowded city and you need services. This is something i have an aquired skill in. As a child my mom would tell me, "only boring people can be bored." a threat like that made me delve into my imaginations. We had to wait in line a lot. In parking structures, I would sing a song to keep my mom sane as she looked for an open spot. Just wait, there will be a spot, everything will be okay. I think in these moments, i was my mother's jiminey cricket reminding her of hope. We would also have to wait in welfare lines. In these moments, i was an extra bag that would try to hang on her arms. But unlike her purse, i would also squirm around. Then i would remember that threat of my mother's and I would come up with a game like counting the tiles on the floor, or counting how many people had blue on, or i would silently stare at the other kids who were also hanging on their mothers arms and wonder about their lives. Or I would take each item out of my mother's purse and then put each item back, after giving it a good shake, of course. Waiting in line at the grocery store was the worse, because there would be so many shiny things like snickers and kit kats and i could not have any of them. And heaven forbid, i should run into any people who went to my school.

Today I also realized I was human. One could say that I have been waiting to figure this out. but i think one would only say that because the title of this blog is "waiting in line". I am human because when I work out at the gym I sweat. Ani Difranco has a song that says,"i used to be a superhero no one could touch me not even myself you are like a phone booth i somehow stumbled into and now look at me i am just like everybody else". Yeah so i was never actually a super hero... but i saw the way civilians lived, their toils and trials, and i told myself i was born immune. the troubles i dealt with were like cryptonite, and i would carry it around and show off the shiny green rock that made me melt. But today i realized, that rock was just a pebble in my shoe, the kind everyone gets from walking on this dusty planet, the kind that is small, but causes sores and blisters so that you cant walk right any more. Now, that I realized, i am a civilian, wearing shoes and not boots, tights and a cape, i gotta figure out how to get this rock out my shoe. I'm tired of limping.

I'm not tired yet of waiting in line, you just got to sing yourself that song about how the line is not going to get the best of you, that song about how its all going to be okay. I am adding a new verse about this sweaty, dusty rock in the shoe, that also wont get the best of me. James says to consider it pure joy my brothers..pure joy.

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Aren't you glad i dont usually blog live... I mean i am sitting here actually writing randomness, rather than some quickwrite at work... okay goodnight.