Confused tourist: Excuse me, I want to take the red line.
Confused New Yorker: You needed to get off at the last stop.
Confused tourist: No, I got on at last stop. Want to take the red train.
Confused New Yorker: Yes, you needed to get off at the last stop.
Confused tourist: But I'm not going to that stop.
Confused New Yorker: No, you aren't.
Confused tourist: How do I get on red line?
Confused New Yorker: Help me!
--L Train
- Brittany
- My name means strength. I was raised by gypsies. I am the granddaughter of pastors. I have a great love for my family. I miss growing up, but not enough to do it again. I often wish i were living in a different country....often as in yesterday, today and most likely tomorrow. I like meeting people...90% of the time. i quickly get bored with small talk. I like making people laugh but I truly appreciate when they take me seriously. I like sleeping outside. I value deep relationships. I desire integrity. I want to know what it means to be fully alive. I admire those who already know. I love the word freedom. I pray for courage. I hate complacency. This is merely a page of my random, heart-felt ramblings. I am not perfect, but rather on a journey....a journey of life.
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