...How does one respond to that?
Standing in the "create your own salad" line at the grocery store, I was approached by this man who said: "I bet a lot of people comment on your height... So I'm not going to."
...How does one respond to that?
On a New York Subway you see a lot of things... some of which are the many "unfortunates" who come on and announce to the entire car that they are poor and need money for food... to which the majority in the car would simply ignore and pretend they didn't hear.
Well today things took an interesting turn.
My friend and I were riding the uptown A-train when this really skinny elderly man walks on. Poor guy had torn and tattered clothes, missing teeth AND a missing left eye! Yikes! He was definitely in bad shape. We listened as he made the usual speech about needing food and how he hadn't eaten in days... however, instead of ignoring him, this one kind young woman offered him her sandwich which was neatly wrapped in a grocery bag. Now, this is where things took an interesting, almost comical turn...
...The elderly man took one look at the sandwich and shook his head NO!
Now, for those of us watching this exchange we were completely baffled. Didn't this man just finish telling us how hungry he was and how much he needed food?
So why did he decline the sandwich?
The man then walked over to the (now very confused and almost insulted) young woman and told her in a hushed voice (as if to save face and embarrassment?) that he didn't want the sandwich because it wasn't warm and he would prefer a "warm" meal.
We couldn't believe it when we heard it. A poor, hungry man who hasn't eaten in days was DECLINING a sandwich because it wasn't....WARM!?
Whatever happened to that old saying "Beggers can't be choosers"?
...Well apparently they can?
I recently read an article about how the color of your hair has an huge effect on your dating/love life.
To sum it up, it basically was saying that men were threatened by red heads... saying they were too alternative to settle down with, blondes were fake and easy and gave off a more wild vibe and brunettes (although a dime a dozen) were the ones they would eventually settle down with. I can't help but wonder if this is somehow true.
As a blonde, I notice that I do get a lot of attention (I'm also 5'10" so that doesn't hurt my cause) and it doesn't seem to be negative. Do men subconsciously think that I'm wild, easy and fake just because I'm a blonde?
I've changed my hair color many times but have always gone back to the hair color that I feel suites me most... blonde. However, I wouldn't mind playing with it to see if perhaps I could find a color that really suites both my skin tone AND personality.
Last time I dyed my hair red I seemed to get a lot of compliments from friends. I agree that the darker, warmer hughes went very harmoniously with my facial features and eyes. And yet, I STILL went back to blonde.
I feel like I need to go to one of those celebrity hair stylists who help people find the right color.
Should I go back to Red? Should I try a darker, warmer brunette color? Perhaps if I do I'll be walking down the aisle sooner than later?
Do men really settle down with and marry Brunettes more often because they seem more grounded as opposed to wild and alternative?
I would like to know....
You know when you wake up on "The wrong side of the bed," so to speak? What causes that? Do you actually wake up in a pleasant mood and then something just happens to trigger the moodiness or do you actually wake up in a bad mood and as your day progesses you just get more irritated? It's kind of like the chicken and the egg theory... which came first?
Today is of one of those days...
Now, anyone who has ever lived in the city knows exactly what that means. But for those of you who haven't, allow me to elaborate.
There are over a million people coming in and out of the city everyday; Everyone scurrying to get to his or her final destination. Since most people walk as opposed to drive, the streets are flooded with pedestrians. Everyone bumping into one another, cutting each other off and (my personal favorite) walking and then stopping right in front of you so that you have to walk around them! Well... take that scenario and add torrential rain and wind. Oh, and we're not talkin' normal rain... oh no... we're talkin' the kind of rain that comes in sideways! That's the fun kind because no matter which way you turn your umbrella... your butt still manages to get wet! So not only are you trying to shield yourself from the horizonal rain, but you're also trying to keep your umbrella from turning inside out when that powerful, funnelled gust of wind hits you by surprise. And last but not least, give every single person an umbrella and watch what happens. It's like a combination of sword fighting and bumper cars. The sidewalk isn't big enough for a million poeple AND their umbrellas! Oh, and watch your eyes folks... those umbrella spokes are lethal if you're not paying attention.
This morning I actually saw this tiny man holding this GIANT umbrella... the kind that could fit a family of 5... all to himself. WHAT'S THE POINT???? REALLY!? How greedy are you? Not only are you too small for your umbrella, but you're taking up sidewalk space for the rest of us who don't need to use our umbrellas to compensate for something else.
In all honesty I'm sure the guy was just trying to protect his really expensive suit... BUT STILL! If that's the case, compromise with yourself and get a smaller umbrella and wear an actual rain coat! Hmmm.
It's comical, really. Everyone is so important here. I actually really miss having a car. Rain, extreme heat and all the other elements don't seem to be as big a deal as they are when you actually have to walk in them.
Rain, rain go away and don't come back another day... it's MAY already!!! Geeeeez!
And remember... one size fits all... no need to upgrade. It just makes you look smaller.
I was in Columbus Circle yesterday and had a strong hankering for a hot dog. But not just ANY hot dog... one of those famous New York street hot dogs. So I spotted a cart and made a B-line for it.
One problem... I only had $1.25. Since I wasn't sure how much it would be I thought I would walk over any ways in hopes that the price was exactly $1.25.
Unfortunately, they were $2.00. Ah man!!! I was short $.75.
I started to decline the hot dog, clearly disappointed that I was short. But then the most amazing thing happened... This stunningly good looking tall, man walked up to me, with wavy dark, brown hair, bright green eyes and a smile that could light up the heavens and said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." We then proceeded to get wrapped up in conversation all while eating our delicious street hot dogs and found that we were the most perfect soul mates... and then we rode off into the sunset on his noble white steed....
Ok so that's not what REALLY happened... but wouldn't that have been the BEST story to tell your friends and family and someday your children? (Sigh) A girl can dream can't she?
...Instead, the hot dog vendor asked me how much I had. I told him $1.25. He smiled and said that would be fine.
So in the end I got my hot dog... ON SALE! I got it for a whole $.75 less than the average selling price. Woo Hoo!
So even though I didn't meet the man of my dreams at the hot dog stand that day, I did get a really yummy hot dog for a really good price.
...and it was gooooooood!
I have GOT to be one of the most indecisive people I know. I'm everywhere! As soon as I arrive in one place I'm already planning my escape route to another. What's up with that?
Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that I'm a hard core Sagittarius who is always looking for her next great adventure. Or perhaps it's because I lack the ability to entertain myself and use moving around as a weird form of self amusement. Who knows.
Regardless, here's my current dilemma (Which, because I'm using this blog as a form of self-help therapy, hope to have solved by the end of this entry.) So here it goes:
My current dilemma is whether or not to relocate to Los Angeles OR to just stay in New York. And YES, I know I only got here like 3 weeks ago ... but the ONLY reason I'm in New York in the first place is to be on Broadway. That's it. Not to do regional theatre OR a small $200 a week show in some ho-dunk town in New Jersey, and DEFINITELY not to moonlight as a waitress (Which, I can tell you now... I would FAIL at. I simply lack the coordination to balance glasses and plates on a tray or to even memorize what people order. Also, did you know that to be a waitress in New York you must have previous experience waiting tables... IN New York?! So even though I have a college degree... I somehow lack the experience to be a waitress... WTF?! How hard can it be, really? And what makes waitressing in another state less qualifying than waitressing in New York?)... but back to the point...
So that's it. That's what I want to do. Just Broadway.
It's also a well known fact that Broadway auditions come in waves. So they're not exactly happening all the time. Like now, for instance. It's dead. Which is rather depressing for someone who doesn't even want to live in New York in the first place.
Nope. I'm a California girl, born and raised, who's ONLY reason for coming out to the East Coast is to work as a performer. Don't get me wrong though... I'm working my A** off to make my dreams come true... But if there are no auditions until March or April, (which I've already missed since it's almost May), there's no use in me staying here. Right?
That's why I'm currently pondering the idea of relocating to Los Angeles: Where the sun is always shining, people are seemingly happy and the traffic never breaks. And yes, it's full of fake blondes... but hey, I'm a fake blonde so it could quite possibly be the perfect fit.
Since my current sublet goes until mid August, New York has until then to prove to me that this is where I should to be. Otherwise, I might as well live somewhere I actually WANT to live and create a successful career around that.
I need the sunshine, people! Megan doesn't DO snow. Yeah it's pretty and all... but how does one function in it or even feel remotely motivated to do ANYTHING productive?
Plus, I could always just fly back and forth for auditions two months out of the year instead of living here full time.
Yes! I'll be bi-coastal!
It's not like I haven't done it before. Everyone should experience being bi-coastal at least once in their lifetime.
***(Insert joke here)***
Quite honestly, I could have the same career in either place. New York just has a larger emphasis on Theatre.
However, I'm not too sure if I want to keep MY emphasis on theatre.
There's so much more to a career than going down just ONE avenue of it... and being the indecisive person I am... I want to explore as many avenues as possible. To me, Los Angeles just seems to have more options with bigger rewards.
So what do I do? I guess all I can do is be the best Megan possible while I'm here in New York and come August... I'll have to rethink this relocation dilemma.
Until then... It's nose to the grind stone, peddle to the metal... wont stop 'til I get enough... etc...
Gosh, I wish I knew when all this indecision would end... If I did... I definitely would enjoy it a lot more now.
Ah yes, there they go again... those pesky elephants that live above me in 44C. Everyday it's like there's a stampede of large, loud, obnoxious animals that seem to get a kick out of running back and forth and back and forth. My ceiling shakes and I find it hard to concentrate on whatever it is I'm trying to concentrate on. Don't they ever sit down? Must one (or more than one) be on their feet all day long? Please, sirs /ma'ams... I invite you to have a seat, relax... put those unusually heavy, large feet of yours up. Take a load off. You must get so tired with feet made of lead.
My only guess as to what could possibly be causing all of this racket would be a day care full of little children who haven't experienced their feet long enough to want to not be on them. Yes, that MUST be it.... it's a day care.......
I was told yesterday at an audition that I didn't look as tall in my head shot as I did in person...
My head shot is of my head...
....So I guess I can understand the confusion.
I've decided that I need to start being more grateful for what I have. Like my fingers, toes and the fact that I'm a fully functioning human being.
Today I'm mostly grateful for the sunlight flooding into my room.
When I first moved to New York back in July 2010 I was lucky enough to have found a great apartment in one of the best areas in Manhattan, SoHo, thanks to my long lost friend Jessica, who, after seeing my post on Facebook about needing an apartment in the city, came to my rescue and said her room was available since she was moving out.
PERFECT! I thought. Not only do I already know the area but I'd be living in a duplex, two story apartment with 3 other girls. What a great first experience. And it was... expect for one little thing. There were no windows in my shoe box of a room.
For those of you who have ever lived in New York, you know what I'm talking about. You pay big bucks for like a 3 x 5 space and you're LUCKY to have the extra room to store things. It also just so happened to be the HOTTEST summer EVER! So not having windows... MISERABLE!
I would go to bed in the dark and wake up in the dark... or sometimes even sleep in way past normal morning sleeping hours all because it was so dark, my body couldn't tell what time it was and that it was in fact, time to get up.
I would consider myself a morning person. I enjoy the early morning hours when no one is awake yet, when the streets are quiet and the sun it just peaking over the hills... or in this case... the cement skyscrapers. So waking up to the natural light of the sun is crucial to my morning person-ness.
I would find myself making every excuse to not be in the apartment. Which worked well for my thighs because, to avoid my room, I would choose to just walk around.
Long story short, I ended up being so depressed in the dark, hole of a room that I took a cruise ship contract and yes I did have some credit card debt I needed to take care of and I did, but a cruise ship was the LAST thing I wanted to do. But that was how badly I wanted out of there. Which only solidified how important natural light is to me.
So fast forward several months and enter my new sublet bedroom on the upper west side. I'm now on the third level and have, not one, but TWO windows facing the street. I can't tell you how grateful I am and what a difference it makes in my mood to have the sun creep into my room in the morning. I wake up feeling free and refreshed.
So yes, I am grateful for my two lovely windows and yes, it's so simple... but sometimes... it's the simple things in life that really bring you the most joy.
We can start by just being happy we have all of our fingers and toes... again, so simple and yet... what would you do without opposable thumbs? ... really!
Living in a big city you see a lot of things you wouldn't see any place else. And New York has it all. Let's start with the people. I think the movie Men In Black was skimming the truth when they came up with the analogy that New York, specifically Manhattan, was the layover stop in intergalactic travel. Where aliens of all different shapes and sizes would live, disguised as humans. Well, I don't think they were too far off.
New York has some of the most interesting characters. The caliber of people who live in New York... you wont really find anywhere else in the world.
Coming from sunny, Northern California where everyone is seemingly nice and friendly I had a lot of "skin thickening" to do.
I can remember one of my first days in New York, it was raining. I was on 46th and 6th Ave, just about to cross the street (Illegally of course, since that is what New Yorkers do. Heaven forbid they lose a minute of their lives by standing and waiting for the little lit up walking guy sign... but alas, time is money in New York. So When in Rome... well, in this case... When in New York, do as the New Yorker's do.) and just as I stepped off the curb to cross the street, this truck came whirling around the corner... Luckily I was able to escape being flattened into a little blonde pancake but not lucky enough to escape the warm, ever so friendly New York welcome; The driver stuck her arm (yes, it was a woman) out the window and not only flipped me the bird but yelled at me to "Get the @#$% out of the way!!" I almost cried. I could feel the tears welling up. But I didn't. Nope! Because Big Girls Don't Cry, especially here in New York City, and I was an adult. So I put on my big girl panties, looked both ways and crossed the street.
I've always said that the difference between L.A. and New York is that in L.A. people would say, "Oh I love your sweater" to your face and then proceed to talk about you behind your back about how much they hated your sweater. However, in New York people will just tell you to your face how much they HATE your sweater. I guess you really have to respect the directness of the East Coast. But coming from California myself, I have NO problem with the sugar and spice and everything nice attitude every once and a while. Perhaps New York can take a few pointers from the West Coast.
It's ok to be nice New York. You wont burst into flames... promise.