How do you walk when you’re by yourself?
When you’re in a big city or a small town?
In a parking lot en route to your car or heading to work?
Out on your lunch break or meandering aimlessly?
When you’re lost do you keep walking with precision as if this is a path you take every day and it’s on autopilot and somewhere in the core of your mind you’re pleading that you won’t have to turn around? And if you do end up having to make a 180, do you do it with urgency- as if you just left your Blackberry at the lids & milk counter at Peet’s?
I walk fast. Fast and with a postured stride, it can even be considered sweat-less cardio. I don’t care if there is a parade of 3,000 clothed baboons marching down Market Street or a UFO landing on top of the TransAmerica building- I never stop, look confused, or take in the scenery…at least while I’m in the power fueled city streets. I walk with a purpose- how to get to my destination as quickly and efficiently as possible (while avoiding the sketchy individuals that permeate San Franciscan streets).
My greatest pet peeve growing up has always been slowwwww walking- especially when people are unaware of their surroundings and at a moment’s notice jerk clumsily into your path as you’re trying to plow through so you can make it across the crosswalk in the three remaining seconds.
Like driving, I’m in my own universe when walking. Aware yet unaware.
It sounds completely dramatic and ridiculous but ever since childhood I have always thought of my life as a movie- an epic- various songs and soundtracks have played in my mental background for various events; and sometimes a sombre tune will come on the radio and I will find something epic to be sombre about…like how heartbroken I am at my terrible predicament of having to choose between San Francisco and Portland.
Life is so hard, I know.
Today’s soundtrack was Bassnectar. I don’t know why. It sounds like modernized epic synthesis.
When I am walking I am ambitious, thick skinned, a pencil-skirted urban warrior stomping my city one stiletto at a time. I make eye contact with those walking towards me (except for the crackheads because then I get scared and that just kind of ruins my whole plot line)- I convey that I am important, someone who has their canards in a line, someone who is on a mission with places to be, people to meet, deals to close.
Then I get there- to Peet’s and purchase a coconut water, because any more caffeine and I might slip and scar my knees again…and we all know scars look a hell of a lot more badass when there were no spectators to witness their formation.
Then the girl behind me with a brand new white Longchamp (the one being sold at Nordstrom’s Anniversary Sale) gasps in excitement at the presence of coconut water, cancels her sugar free vanilla soy latte order and gets one as well.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a few engagements to tend to- that and finishing up an article I started in Forbes about entrepreneurship’s relation to genetics.
Disclaimer: Sometimes I make little sense, sometimes you won’t agree with me, sometimes I don’t write about food. And I’ve also been reading a ridiculous amount of Thought Catalog as of late which may have inspired the ranted nature of this post.
What’s your soundtrack of the day?