http://liquidjill.com/breaking-through-the-bubble/ running, cycling and living in New York City Fri, 30 Dec 2011 02:19:55 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.4 http://liquidjill.com/breaking-through-the-bubble/comment-page-1/#comment-101 1StarryNight Tue, 31 Mar 2009 13:58:24 +0000 http://liquidjill.com/wordpress/?p=212#comment-101 So very well put. Sometimes, when someone puts a dimple in your bubble, it can be the most reassuring feeling toward human nature... I am on the train; my entire life just hurts. I'm looking at my feet, smushed in between two who are completely enthralled with their headphones/most recent issue of NY Mag, completely unaware of the world around them. They don't notice me at all... a tear drips down - it's all over from there. It's safe because I am invisible to them - the tears are flowing. "How can you possibly be so lonely while elbow-to-elbow with 9 million other people?" I was so startled when I felt the tap on my elbow, that I thought I must have imagined it. A young girl taps on my elbow again - reaching through 2 others to do so, and hands me a square of pocket tissue. She smiles brightly (although I can tell there is a tinge of pity in her smile) and kindly looked away to give me back my personal moment. And there I am... smiling again :) In New York City. So very well put. Sometimes, when someone puts a dimple in your bubble, it can be the most reassuring feeling toward human nature…
I am on the train; my entire life just hurts. I’m looking at my feet, smushed in between two who are completely enthralled with their headphones/most recent issue of NY Mag, completely unaware of the world around them. They don’t notice me at all… a tear drips down – it’s all over from there. It’s safe because I am invisible to them – the tears are flowing. “How can you possibly be so lonely while elbow-to-elbow with 9 million other people?”
I was so startled when I felt the tap on my elbow, that I thought I must have imagined it. A young girl taps on my elbow again – reaching through 2 others to do so, and hands me a square of pocket tissue. She smiles brightly (although I can tell there is a tinge of pity in her smile) and kindly looked away to give me back my personal moment.
And there I am… smiling again
In New York City.

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