Monday, October 17, 2016

Mourning The Guy Before 25

When you reach quarter life you go through a grieving process. In the process, you give yourself a moment or even an entire day to say goodbye to the person you were before your 25th birthday. As adulthood kicks in, you think to yourself that it's time to put on a new pair of pants than the one you had before. The kid you used to be is dead and it's time for you to walk the earth as a full adult.

I didn't realize this until now, but I needed to give myself a moment to mourn and say goodbye to the Roque I was before turning 25. That young boy I used to know was gone the moment I reached quarter life. I've occupied my life with some many things to keep me busy that I never sat down and accepted that a part of me was gone. I needed a day and night of mourning.

During the weekend, I sat down on the floor with back up against the foot of the bed. I pulled out a box full of old magazine/newspaper articles, short stories, and favorite blog entries that I've written that were published, and a few unpublished pieces. I looked at some of these things laughing and remembering about what I was doing when I wrote those stories. I also remember people talking to me after those stories were published.

I took some old clothes out of my closet and filled it with new clothes because I wanted to look older. Then finally at night, I sat down at the foot of the bed again, turned on Spotify, drank red wine, and secretly cried away the younger me. I gave myself a day to mourn and say goodbye to my younger self. I know there is still going to be a part of him inside me, but it's time to fully accept the life and experiences of adulthood to the fullest.

Thursday, April 7, 2016

The Picky Blonde Pizza Customer

In all my years of living, I've never encountered a person who was so picky about a $1 piece of pizza until three days ago.

I stopped by Two Bros, the best one dollar pizza in the world to grab a snack. In my opinion, one plain slice of cheese pizza from that joint will have you satisfied throughout the day. For a college student like me who has a history of skipping breakfast and sometimes lunch, I count on this place to give me a good slice. I always get the big slice because my slim built body puts guilt on the pizza people into giving me the bigger slice.

It's the old saying "That man needs some meat on his bones."

I went to the Two Bros. on West 4th St. near the A train, which always serve good slices in my opinion. Standing in front of me in line was this tall blonde wearing sunglasses. She was talking to her best friend about some nonsense going on uptown regarding her friends, and her boyfriend. I blacked out that the conversation because I was hungry, and it sounded boring. She ordered a pepporoni and a plain cheese slice. The servers gave her the pizza, and she froze for a moment.

"Can you give me a different cheese slice?" she asked the server. I quickly froze along with everyone else. Never in my life did I hear someone wanted a $1 slice exchanged for a different one.

"It's the same as the rest of them," said the server.

"I know," she began, "but this one looks kind of weird. I don't know. It's something about the way the cheese is just liquid like, and moving around a little bit."

Her description of why she didn't want the pizza was so insane,  I had to roll my eyes a few times. I, myself, am a picky person, but I would never read a slice of pizza from head to toe. The guy behind me quickly jumped ahead and paid for that slice.

"What would you expect from a $1 dollar pizza?"

"There are many other slices," she excused.

I don't know what the eight people standing behind me in that shop were thinking, but I was certainly someone who was thinking this whole incident was ridiculous. The server gave her a different slice and she walked away.

"Everyone hates me right now," she giggled on her way.

Now that's what I call a picky blonde pizza customer.

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

The Seagulls Were Eyeballing My Gyro

There truly is a reason why most people don't eat on the piers alone anymore.

For the first time in my life, I ordered a lamb gyro from one of those stands outside near campus. There is a five dollar student special. I can get a gyro and a free soda. Feeling spontaneous that day, I decided to have a lamb gyro, which was something I never ate before.

I took a bite out of that gyro and felt in absolute heaven. The lamb was cooked right and the tzatziki sauce gave it a lovable flavor that you couldn't help but to keeping bites of it. Feeling like I was in humble heaven, I decided to go sit down by the pier and enjoy much lunch.

Sadly, it didn't go as planned.

Fifteen minutes after sitting down alone, I was accompanied by a seagull who landed on the rail after flying in a circle for quite a while. He stared at me and my gyro like a cartoon character for a considerable amount of time. I knew what he wanted and I wasn't giving it to him. I continued taking bites out of my gyro, trying to ignore him. The plan didn't go well for another seagull landed beside it. Two later became four.

By the fourth seagull, I was already wrapping up my gyro, and power walking away from them before the fifth one was even halfway close to landing on the rail.

I was afraid that in any minute, a team of seagulls would fly down, and reenact that scene from the movie Finding Nemo with the seagulls on the rocks. You could imagine how crazy life would've gotten on that dock if it happened.

Thursday, March 24, 2016

"Game of Thrones" Fandom Popped Up In The Subway

A day doesn't go buy when I don't hear a single person bragging about something that happened in the Game of Thrones franchise. Whether it's the A Song of Fire & Ice book series or the TV show itself, someone around the world is mentioning this show at least twice, maybe a hundred times a day. What's more funny is that no matter where you are, the fans of the franchise are hiding amongst us. You never know when they will pop out until one person pulls out one of the novels from the series.

I would count T-shirts, but I don't think the average person would yank a person's Game of Thrones t-shirt, bragging about how much they love the shirt. My point is you never know where the fans are. I had that moment last night on the subway.

I was riding uptown to get home from a busy day of class and work. I just finished a gig with the Time Out New York team, handing out free copies of the Wednesday issue, which is something we do every Wednesday. While I was too busy reading the new issue and excited to get the official guide of the 2016 Tribeca Film Festival, this seemingly 20-something woman sat down two seats away from me.

There was this guy sitting between us in the three seat section of the New York City subway. He was skinny enough for me to see that the woman was carrying a book. I'm a nosy reader. Whether I'm reading a book of my own or not, I still look towards my side to see which book is the other person is reading. So I looked over, I saw that she was reading A Feast for Crows, the second book in the series.

I gave a smirk, for I was amused that I discovered another Game of Thrones, but I wasn't as vocal as the next person that occupied that middle seat. When the man sitting between us, got up and left the train, a random female that was sitting across from run, ran to our side, and took that seat.

They were discussing all these theories by Tyrion, Nickolai, Emilia, Sophie, Aidan, to name a few. They even predicted what the next book will be about, and whether George R.R. Martin will write prequels to the book. And if that was the case, HBO should turn the prequels into a TV show, which will possibly end up receiving more ratings than the actual show.

I looked around the subway. There were at least eight to ten people looking straight towards them. They were so into the conversation that it dawned to me that they were fans of the show too. I was waiting for the moment when one of them just jump out of their seats, stand on top of them, and give their commentary about the show. They didn't and the ladies kept talking.

This was a conversation that lasted at least twenty minutes or more. I say more because by the time I got off my train, they were still talking. I felt a little bad I couldn't chime in the conversation. I'm currently reading the first book and I never watched the TV show. I'm the type of person where I want to read the books before I watch their media adaptations.

I made that mistake bouncing back and forth in my childhood where I would read a Harry Potter book, and then I watch the film adaptation of the next book because I wanted to keep up.

The Game of Thrones fandom is truly everywhere, and you never know where they're going to pop up.

Friday, March 18, 2016

Stop Bringing Up Your Boyfriends! I Just Want To Talk!

I just love it when gay men do this. They believe that just because you're starting a conversation for the first time with a new person, they assume that they are flirting with you. Here you are, the casual single person who is all about meeting new people at casual events, and just want to make them comfortable. It's understandable that meeting new people can be nerve wrecking, but it doesn't have to be if a not so bad looking stranger wants to talk to you. But just because you believe the person is casually talking, you have to bring up the fact that you have a boyfriend.

There is no problem bringing up that you have a problem, but based on the way gay men are relentlessly mentioning it to every stranger they stumble upon, it's becoming ridiculous.

For single people, there are times and places where we are not looking for a lover. It's not a day to day job to find the man of your dreams. There are days when we just want to meet someone and have a casual conversation. After all, it's weird being in a room full of people you don't know. We're just easing out the nervousness by actually talking to someone.

We want to know how you are. What you're doing hanging out at this spot? What kind of martini are you drinking? What are you things you do or into, casually speaking?

Some of us are not looking for lovers. We just want to talk.

Sadly, we have to deal with the instant conversation ender. You meet someone at places like a nightclub or restaurant. You're casually talking to them, just trying to make them comfortable, and not make them seem nervous because you're a new person to them, and they don't know what to say. Instantly, they bring up a story about their partner. Either, they're waiting for their boyfriend to come to the spot, or they're mentioning a previous conversation he and his boyfriend had the other day.

The instant killer in wanting you to walk away from this person. Obviously, they thought you were trying to get hitched or something with them, and they felt the need to shut it down instantly before you kept talking. I personally never understand that as a current single man. It takes time for me to want to be interested in someone. I just like having casual conversations with people. So I find it weird when people mention their partners like that.

So out of rebellion, I'll say this to the casual person. Please stop mentioning your boyfriends. I'm not proposing to you. I just want to talk about football or martinis.