3/6/15
John F. Kennedy International Airport, New York
Where will this flight be taking me?
Mexico City? Carolina? Philly?
Louisiana? Somewhere else? Well, my readers will have to wait until the
end of this entry for the answer to that question. I’m not even sure that this entry is
necessary. My flight is after midnight,
which is still technically part of Day 0, unless I fall asleep before we take
off. Nothing of note happened during Day
0. However, protocol dictates that I
write this entry, even if I don't publish or promote it.
The past few weeks, my weekday mornings have
begun in a most pleasant manner. I wrote
in previous entries about the girl whom I’ve come to love like a sister. Well, quite a few mornings I have been woken
up by a text from her, just a funny link that she wanted to share with me or
something. Otherwise, I’d send her a
similar message, and we’d text back and forth about it. I’ve had a bad cold the past two weeks,
having trouble waking up. When I got a
text from her, I was instantly wide awake, the other mornings, my sleepy
thought process has basically been, “Wake up so you can text her.” I would usually then fall back asleep until
her reply woke me up.
It was a fun game
to play. The sucky part about it,
however, was that I could never do that with my ex. I ask my reader not to take the wrong
impression here. I am not comparing
these two very different girls, the two very different types of relationships. I am saying that the casual friendship I have
here, what I used to have with my ex before we started dating, what disappeared
forever the moment I first kissed her never to return, is the better part. I accepted what we had as normal because I
was convinced that I loved her, ignoring all the red flags that our
relationship killed our friendship. I
took a chance, and rolled the dice. It’s
a choice I would have made very time. I
just wish it had worked out differently.
What is sucky is that now that I know what it’s like to have a friend
you love text you 50 times in a day, I realized what I was missing out with my
ex, why our relationship was doomed for failure the moment it began, why I
should I have ran the moment it started to fall apart. Ironically, the night that I realized I
should have run I was supposed to be going to Mexico. I am flying to Mexico tonight. Alright, enough about my failed love
life. They just changed our gate, so I
need to pause to relocate.
Day 0, briefly. I slept
fitfully, and, when I finally did wake up, it was 8:39 AM, and I needed to
shave and shower. While I could send
1000 text messages without shaving and showering, sitting next to the cute girl
in my philosophy class required both.
There was no time to both text and shave and shower. I chose the latter. The texts could wait until I got to work, and
so they did. There are three people in
my life I text every day, three people whom I love very dearly. When I last went to Mexico, two years ago on
this very flight, on a Friday in May of 2013, there were zero, or maybe
one. If it was one, it is my best
friend, one of the three people I still text every day.
I have another close friend, and we
communicate on Facebook almost every day.
In fact, we hang out more than I do with anyone else. My best friend has a girlfriend who takes up
most of his time. It's tempting to say that I'm pissed at him for not making time to see me, but the truth is I'm more pissed at my ex for not
wanting to spend the kind of time with me his girlfriend does with him. I know that I would make the same choice he is making, and it’s a choice I’d
make every time. An interesting
adventure with him, with which I really had no part was that he was going to
Canada and needed to get his passport from Scarsdale. My mom brought it in. Rather than having her bring me the passport,
and me give it to him, and I had them coordinate directly. It worked perfectly.
I got my pre-departure lunch at Hop Won, and
lit up a Cohiba en route to class. I
left the cigar in my usual spot outside and went upstairs. I sat near the cute girl, and we made eyes at
each other throughout the class. I guess
I need to talk to her. Every time she
looked at me, I felt I like was back in 10th Grade Spanish
class. I really need to talk to
her. Otherwise it goes from flirty to
creepy real fast. After class, my cigar
was gone, so I lit up a Winston Churchill, leaving it in the cigar shop.
After 5 PM, no real work got done, and me and
my male coworkers chatted about a variety of issues. I was supposed to meet Raymond at the cigar
store at 6 PM, and we would go to my place to watch a movie before I took the
bus to the airport. That didn’t happen
as planned. I left with one of my
coworkers to get pizza before I went to the cigar store, but we sat down to
eat, so that took some time.
When I got
to the cigar store, they told me they had thrown out my cigar. It was a joke. They had just hid it. I relit it, and Raymond and I walked to my
place. We watched two episodes of Star
Trek while I packed, and I missed the bus.
I took a taxi to the airport. When
I got there, I was way too early. I checked in, but they couldn’t print my
boarding pass. I wrote a WIJG entry, got
my boarding pass, went through security, and went to my gate, where I proceeded
to write this entry. They announced the
gate change, so I moved, where I finished this entry. Boarding is almost done, so I will need to
close.
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