My fake white whine
Today, as I was transferring metros, I started to feel very sad about going to work. When I get off at my station, I have to walk down a long corridor to get out at the nearest exit to my job, and there are anywhere from four to eight grizzled, slouching, unhappy-looking men with cardboard signs and empty coffee cups patiently waiting to be noticed, fed, or tossed a quarter. It’s so depressing. On really cold days, like yesterday, there are so many people you want to cry as you’re leaving, knowing you can’t really do anything.
Today it was warmer, and there were fewer people sitting alone, but even as I made eye contact with each guy, I knew my smile wasn’t cutting it anymore. On summer days the regulars are more relaxed, and they smile back, but winters in Montreal bring out the meanest weather and most isolated people and all of the sad feelings.
So tonight French BF and I are making some muffins, because it will make that walk a little less sad for me, and maybe Tiny will help me dole out baked goods, and maybe I’ll figure out what I can do with all of my free time.
