Sunday, March 19, 2006

we'll collect moments one by one

new york was fabulous, how else would it be. the weather was simply amazing. so beautiful. wish i could stay...

does it ever strike you odd that when you go on vacation you are embarrassed to feel like a tourist? it bothers me. maybe not a lot, but you feel stupid all the time. especially when you are loading a bus and one of your vacation-mates says, "wow look at how yellow all these taxis are! there are so many!" and you think to yourself, duh they're yellow, they're taxis and we are in new york...

you feel the constant need to act like the real citizens of wherever you are, as futile as it is. in the case of new york, you feel the great need to cross the street when the red little man urges you not to, to never ever look someone in the eye and to mumble incoherently. it is also common to comment on the stupidity of other tourists. "idiots, look at how they just almost fell down when the subway stopped" when you yourself had completely tripped backwards into a pole the day before. "these stpuid tourists walk so slow!" when you had stopped in the freaking middle of the sidewalk to stare at the tops of buildings the day before.

and where does it get us? absolutely nowhere. maybe it's because, as houstonians, we never have the superior feeling of belonging where we live. there are no tourists here to look down on, to make feel stupid. unless you go to the space center or something. and sometimes the galleria, though people at malls are generally idiots in their own right anyway.

we are a minority, maybe the only people anywhere who live in a huge metropolis but don't feel better than anybody because of it (aside from the podunks in texas country); there are no people seen often who are out-of-towners, maggots to our lucious apple.

i guess that's how the furture's done