We are the generation of nostalgia. We grew up in the age of transition. From hand-written letters to electronic mails. From film to digital. We were fascinated by new things, neglecting the way we spend our afternoons. Cupcakes and tea. Play-Doh and Polly Pockets. Young and naive. Technology completely changed the way we waited and we grew up too fast. The simple things in life seems more meaningful now. We grew up in the age of transition and have become the generation of nostalgia.
I found a lump on my horse’s neck. The one thing I hold near and dear in this world.
I hate to jump to conclusions, but lately, everything has been worst case scenario. If its ….. I will quit school to pay for trying to save him. If he didn’t survive…. Well then… Let me die too. I don’t know wouldn’t die from a broken heart.
Being with him made her feel as though her soul had escaped from the narrow confines of her island country into the vast, extravagant spaces of his. He made her feel as though the world belonged to them- as though it lay before them like an opened frog on a dissecting table, begging to be examined.
- Non-equestrian Friend: can we go see your horses?
- Me: sure. -walks out there-
- Horse: -raises head-
- Friend: OMG IS HE GONNA BITE ME?
- Horse: -rests back leg-
- Friend: IS HE GONNA KICK ME?!?
- Horse: -stomps flies-
- Friend: HES GONNA STEP ON ME!!!
- Me: no. calm down.
This whole work all day in the blazing, damp heat and then rushing to my Starbucks job till closing is getting old real fast.
So my mom and I have been working the same waitress job for 5-6 years now. She had been waitressing years before, but this is recently. Anyway, about… 15 minutes ago this guy she waited on left and told her to take care. Just that. Prior to this she had talked to him about Italy. Her people are from Florence, this and that, and she said she’s never been. She’s got 8 years of art education and she’s working a waitress job. It’s pretty… Sad and disappointing, I guess. Her and my father divorced 6 years ago and she hasn’t had a real job ever. Just been stuck in a small town she’s not from.
This man who we have never seen before tipped her 1000 dollars for a trip to Italy. Walked out, not another word.
…you know. Just when I start to lose faith in humanity….Hm.