In the parking lot I met a sweet young gal who immediately pressed in closer than was comfortable and asked me how my day was going. I replied that I was having a fine day and how would her day be going?
"I am frikkin' awesome" she replied. "I just called my boyfriend a p*ssy!"
Well now. Really??
She proceeded to follow me into the library and continued on with her chatty ways. The only computer available to me was one directly next to her. So down I sat and on she went.
Upon reading her newest Myspace message she found that her brother who just finished a tour in Iraq had gotten himself a new "tat". A tattoo that he himself had designed. On and on this girl went with her life story and the story of her brother and how efffin' cool this and the other thing were.
After about half an hour of nothing but effin' mind blowing conversation the girl stood up got right into my face and asked me my age. Well, I faltered. Then told her " I am 33." She took a step backwards exclaimed "wow, you look effin' great! I am 21 and I thought you were younger than me! My name is Ariel what's yours?"
Reeling slightly from the flatteries dumped upon me, I gave her my name and wished her the best of luck with her
After Ariel had left the building the librarian came over and pulled up a chair. She thanked me for taking the time to invest in Ariel, she is not well. She is mentally lost and homeless.
I told the librarian that it wasn't any problem. I didn't mind talking to the girl, in fact she told me I looked great! I thought she was a sweet kid! Heck I had contemplated taking her home with me! The librarian laughed and told me what a good person I was. I thought: you are
Rather than do my blogging like I had been dying to do, I sat and patiently chatted about life and love with a mentally unstable homeless girl, who claimed that life was good. Effin' good!
Well reader, life is good! Did you play nice today?