I sat on a bus to New York for 5 1/2 hours and talked to the nicest, coolest man the whole ride there. We even conversed in Spanish for a small portion of the trip. ¡Por último, una persona que hablo a español! I always lose pieces of the 8+ years that I’ve learned because I either have no one to speak it with or ppl tap out immediately. 🙄 .
His name was Carlos. He works as a “consultant” for the government in DC. He commutes 3 days of the week for work from New York. He lives uptown, has a 27 year old son who speaks little Spanish, and a 20 year old daughter who just graduated with a degree in criminal law. She wants to be a lawyer. He served in the army for 30+ years and he’s from the Dominican Republic. He has a house cleanse that comes four times a month and he loves Aida on broadway which I long to see one day. We talked...a lot.
A part of is hugely surprised of how I was able to carry on said conversation with a total stranger for that long. I don’t know if I’m maturing or if my apathy is kicking in but either way, I genuinely enjoyed it. There was a time I couldn’t even have genuine long conversations with friends (unless we were extremely tight) because I’m so uncomfortable with myself. It’s like I have autism; where autistic ppl can’t keep eye contact, I can’t comfortably hold a conversation. My insides begin to feel funny and I start to sweat. I just like to be left alone to my solitude bc after all, I am a socially awkward misanthropist.
The conversation was damn near my favorite part of my mini trip to New York during my mini business trip in DC. I was proud of myself. It’s as if I’ve accomplished something I never thought as a teenage girl I’d overcome. Im extremely awkward. There are strangers and ppl alike that love me so much today, I’m afraid to talk to. It’s a strange thing I notice about myself. I’m gonna miss that old man on the bus to New York.