It happened again. I was participating in my daily walk. I had my headphones on. I had my ipod on. Tommy Guerro was jamming away. Then, I saw them approaching me: the Mormon Missionaries. Since I have brown skin, the cute men from Utah assumed I didn't speak English, so in their broken Spanish they began to ask me these questions:
1. Adónde vamos después de esta vida?
2. Cuál es el propósito de la vida?
Shit.
I was just thinking about the shades of blue of blue in the sky and my washer (the knob is broken). I removed my headphones. I turned off my ipod. I smiled.
I smiled because even at my age, I still look like I need to be saved.
Saved from what?
I don't know. I don't care.
But it feels damn good to know that I still look dangerous, confused, empty, stupid......alive.
post edit: After reading canto de caza's comment, i was reminded of Aimee Mann's video (Thank you, sir):
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ReplyDeleteand then... raining frogs
the word verification blogspot asks me before posting comments was:
ReplyDeletemesses
Les hubieras preguntado si sabian algo sobre reparacion de lavadoras.
ReplyDeleteHi Trying:
ReplyDeleteIt often happens, yes.
If you disturb, ignore them.
todavia: el alma de lavadora está maldita...necesita reparacion urgentemente...
ReplyDeleteCrónicas: it amazes me how these nice and friendly men have the courage to talk to strangers....is it their passion?
ReplyDeletei actually enjoy talking to them, not about their belief in Jesus...but about their lifestyle....soy muy metiche...i ask them a lot of questions.....
p.s.
i often have fantasies about being a chocolate missionary.....i want to walk the streets and convince people milk chocolate would save their soul.....
Trying:
ReplyDeleteThey do not courage or "metiche".
I do not believe in that passion. Sorry.
I think today I can tell you about Jesus and tomorrow is another thing.
May they be generous and give you a new washer...
(¿Changed your apple dream, again; for a Chocolate missionary?)
Grettings.
(Another) coincidence:
ReplyDeleteOur water electric heater broke last Saturday. So we have to wash ourselves with little jars of hot water from the kitchen. We were a little 'cochinos' during these days. Dreaming on hippie tents and so on...
A funny and patient 'fontanero' from Perú came yesterday. All is ok now. We are clean European people.
I don't know if I must be happy.
Mr. Crónicas:
ReplyDeleteThanks for the idea!
canto de caza: i have to try a little jar bath one day....in a patio...with a record player from the 1930's playing some old song that reminds me of silk stocking hanging on some hanger.......
ReplyDeleteI thought you were about to say that you pursued them shouthing: "save me! please! save me! I need to be saved" scared them, and made them walk away...
ReplyDeleteThat would be kind of funny :D
I also enjoyed talking to them, till I found out they were at least as lost as I am, and it turned out that we all had a lot of questions, and eventually they gave up ringing my bell until today. I don't know why, maybe I'm too lost and I'm not a good companion.