|Published April 19, 2007.|
|Dear NSCAD Guy|
|I saw you on the bus today. Patiently riding the 1 Spring Garden to some unknown destination, stroking your strategically untrimmed beard. |
I sat quiet, unambitious, carefully observing you from across the aisle. Sitting, watching, and wanting so badly to grab you by the beige felt lapels and shake you to your senses. I wanted to tell you about another world. A world where you don't need to impress your like minded friends with big words. Where there's no need to "wow" them with poorly researched small talk about this city's homeless population. A world where the names of your professors and their brief brushes with national publication mean nothing, and saying the word NSCAD twice in one sentence does nothing for your social status...I have more examples...
Yes, this one goes out to you; Boy with the too-long hair and the too-tight sweater. You're invited, and it truly is a wonderful place. Even for the ungroomed.
Of course, I'd never have the guts to tell you this in person, so in the small amount of time we spent facing one another, I said nothing. I chose instead to fume silently, waiting for you and the chubby girl with the good memory to request a stop.
|The Quiet Queen of Passive Agression|