like it’s little non-important things other people do, and it sticks with me and makes me feel weird. it probably has absolutely no consequence on the actual person’s life, but for some reason it breaks my fucking heart and i don’t know why.
last night while i was scarfing down my tacos outside a food truck, this tall girl came up, walking alone, and said, “i followed my nose”. there were a few of us standing out there, but no one said anything. i was kinda drunk, but i probably wouldn’t have said anything anyway, just because i’m awkward.
anyway she walked up to order from the food truck, still alone, and asked, “Do you have any empanadas?” and the man behind the counter was like “What?” and she asked again, “Do you have an empeñadas?” (and i recognized the empeñadas because so many white people at the restaurant try ordering empanadas and they can’t say it, and i guess they try and make it sound like piñatas). and the man behind the counter was like “No”. So the girl just asked for a quesadilla and then ate it, alone.
and i can’t stop thinking about her, and how sad she probably was to be at a bar alone (which i can’t say for sure if she was alone, i just didn’t see her with anyone). and i can’t get over how she tried ordering empanadas, because she was probably trying to be cool but in reality she’s only had them once before because someone else got them and she really liked them, but she has no one what they are. and the food truck didn’t even have any. and she probably just wanted friends or someone to talk to. and those few minutes keep replaying in my head and it makes me really sad. i woke up in a weird mood today.