Because I have been too lazy/busy recently to really do any more Postsecret reviews, have something else that's sort of in a similar vein. I've taken to reading the local missed connections section on Craigslist, and here is a selection of some of the posts there that caught my eye...
curly-haired boy with a pocket square (Petworth Metro) hide this posting
kept ALMOST making eye contact with a curly-haired boy with glasses and a pocket square on a shared metro commute between Chinatown and Petworth. i kept thinking you were looking at me, but every time i worked up the nerve to look you in the eyes, you weren't looking AT me just in my general direction. and then you looked away. EVERY TIME! i was wearing a yellow dress and pony tail and drinking taro boba.
would it have been an adorable meet-cute if one of us just bit the bullet to say hi?
definitely.
will i see you again on the same commute?
probably.
would it be fun if you (or one of your friends who sees this) responded to this craigslist missed connections post so we could eat food and/or go to a park together?
let's see!
Tattoo Of Mountain Ridge (Arlington) hide this posting
I saw you at the Giant on Washington Blvd yesterday (Labor Day Monday) and I noticed a very unique tattoo on your left upper arm and it looked like a small etching of a mountain top. I just returned from Monterrey, Mexico where I was continually consumed by the surrounding mountains. There was a gentleman between the 2 of us and I wanted so badly to approach you about your ink. If by chance you do see this or an acquaintance sees it and shares it with you, I would be very interested in the story behind it. Not only was the ink of interest, but your beauty also stunned me.
Your bright yellow hair wrap (Orange line) hide this posting
Your we're wrapping up your hair when I got on the train and you then had some fun trying to put your headphones on over the wrapping. We spoke for a moment, I listened to your music, and said goodbye when you got off the train. You have the most beautiful smile I have ever seen.This one is from New York City, but I thought it could be interesting to take a look at the posts from there as well. Sometimes people post things that are more like poems and/or open, anonymous letters, like this:
I can't be your third hide this posting
Go ahead and paint over rust.
You might feel like you're creating
something new, changing the content, changing a life,
But paint flakes off in the rain.
Even dry, over time it will fade.
Spots of burnt orange will pierce through until the suffocated frame can no longer hold the weight of new layers.
The remains came first; they earned their name.
You twist waste and display it on walls in frames and during the day it makes you feel ok until eternal night falls and in a shared soil grave you both lay.
Stop beginning halfway while you willingly mute alterity plain;
You know.
True creation begins by breaking day on empty lots.
You're afraid of pain, so instead of wince you feign strength through stomached knots.
Oh, resist!
Stubborn fate, preserve rot, wait for the foundation to crack
In lightninged root stains;
But to agape ears this laconic verity will eternally ring
Beyond and within,
Trailing
That poorly oriented face.
At last, return home.
Shaken Free, hospitable chains dissolve and the disgraced spotlighting noema embrace recedes.
Combative fugue, you choose to wait--
If the floor can sink, it will.
Then dawn will force her undoing birth.
Violently centered or restored homecoming,
The same place.
If you aim to truly make, clear the space.
Turn remember to forgot, then watch!
Double-quick,
Fleet unthin,
Out of nought a nascent genesis.
Become!
--An instant,
A being,
Connected,
Overflowing:
I've been busy but right now I'm feeling rather fizzy in light of recent events this past week. To keep it short, I met someone. In person, the old-fashioned way (I think I'm over Tinder now?). That feels kind of quaint. Anyways, I realized that had we not ended up encountering each other again the next day (happily, coincidentally) when we were able to exchange phone numbers, those few minutes we spoke for the first time would've become a proverbial missed connection.
That in mind, I decided to go and browse some of the ones that have recently been posted on the local Craigslist page to see what kinds of missed connections other people have had. This one was pretty striking:
"you were there (everywhere)
I remember when I first laid my eyes on you. It was a moment I did not squander. As soon as we made eye contact I knew there could be chemistry. I had the courage to speak to you. You were very accepting and kind. Your beautiful strawberry blond hair fell down the sides of your perfectly rounded cheeks. Your eyes were mesmerizing and your voice was tantalizing. You were very jocular and I loved how you sensed I was a nervous wreck and told me you "don't bite, unless you want me to". I stammered for most of our conversation and sounded like a bumbling local drunk stumbling out of a bar after hours on a late Saturday night. You were unbelievably quick lipped, witty, and intelligible.
I could not believe how open you were with me. You sat me down by the stool next to you. You told me about your day and plans for the near future. You told me about the things you hate. You told me about the things you love. You even told me about how you hated how you kick things over while you sleep. That smirk. Man that smirk. There was this way your eyes squinted just enough room for the sunlight to glisten through the slits of your eye lids. You would playfully swat at my hands while laughing. You would raise your brows up and down gleefully as you sipped on your latte that I would have given my life for to be that damned latte.
I mustered up enough courage after two hours of non-stop chatting to finally ask you for your number. You took my hand and wrote it down with a pen. You signed it with a perfectly rounded happyface that could not hold a candle to your smile. I wanted to call you right away, but I didn't want to seem like a crazy person. So I kept my self-control under check. I waited for a few days. Few long days. Finally came that day. The day I was waiting for. With each number dialed I thought I would faint. My heart pounded against my sternum as it were trying to escape. Then a woman picked up and I squeezed out the weakest hello. It was your mother. She told me you passed away. Took your own life. She told me to pick up a letter you had written to me. Its beautiful. I wish I had contacted you earlier.
You have changed me in ways I have never thought possible. I am confident. I am happy. I wanted to say thank you."
Someone's a good writer.
