New York City is calling finally (again)

Thinking of the benches in Central Park walking around the health sciences campus lawn with Maya. And it resparked my love/visceral need to be in New York. Every bit of New York is a story. New York itself is one big story. I love stories. 🎶I want to hear your story and be a part of it🎶 was even stuck in my head earlier today. The poetry is in the streets. Stories are being sung all around, being woven together to tell The Story. The one about how love covers a multitude of things and how no darkness could ever overcome it. 🎶Who would I be with them, without me?🎶

NOT a free-thinker

Meee

 I'm subbing at the high school & the senior econ class has been chatting about politics. The self-titled "unhinged yapper" just reminded his cronies that he is a "free-thinker." 

I can't even fathom a brain that thinks freely in terms of independence. I wanna know what y'all think... and I wanna know what they think... and then I'll go from there. 

I wouldn't go as far to say that I'm conformist about beliefs or ideas or anything, but I just don't find myself thinking "freely." My thinking is in direct relation to and interaction with the thinking of others. I like it that way.