Melancholy is in the Air

When the evening shadows and the stars appear,

And there is no one there to dry your tears…

~Adele, Make You Feel My Love

What do you do with the memories? Don’t you wish sometimes Memory Lane did exist in physical matter so you could revisit, sit by a tree and stare at it all? The past should have no business in the present — shouldn’t — but it does.

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Artist meets artist, and one is not amused

I was waiting for my laundry, minding my own business, sketching a masterpiece on my iPad, when this guy walked up and asked, “Are  you interested in listening to my Hip Hop CD?” He, or a friend of his, is an “upcoming artist” apparently and he was distributing their music. I wasn’t interested because, after seeing the cover image — a big-booty woman on all fours wearing a g-string… — I thought, more of the same. (If you’ve seen mainstream hip hop videos, you know what kind of images I’m talking about).

Well, he stuck around despite my rejection, and he was a Curious George.

“So what are you doing? You’re doing homework or something?” he asked.

“Just playing on my iPad.”

He leaned forward and peeked. He peeked! Rude!

“You’re an artist or something?”

“Ha ha,” I laughed. Haha “No, I’m just killing time.”

“Let me see…that looks pretty good!”

Gosh, no. He was just hitting on me, right? Had to be; my illustrations are pretty bad! He went on, questioning if I didn’t believe in myself, if I had no support system. Then, he insinuated I was just a young girl trying to find herself.

“What are you going to school for?”

“I already graduated.”

“Really? What did you study?”

“Spanish,” I said. “With a concentration in International Studies,” I quickly added, especially after seeing the look of disbelief in his face. It is the look I get from everyone who knows I’m a native Spanish-speaker, but who ignores the reason that I chose that major. (Hint: last-minute decision.)

Even though it can be a little upsetting when people feel that they have a say on your career choices, it was an eye-opening what this guy was trying to say. I’m not too good at letting “loose” around strangers, thus I didn’t give him much of my time. I laughed out of nervousness, but he was one of the only people ever to say that my sloppy sketches didn’t look too bad.

It is a lesson to us all that we have the power to inspire!


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