Last night I had to meet someone who I found on Craigslist in Union Square. I know what you are thinking. No, no…..I did not meet a “Random Hook-up” or whatever it is called. It was to pick up my Gaslight Anthem tickets.
I met the kid ( I say kid because he goes to NYU and looks like he is 19) and I handed over $50 and he handed me what looks like an authentic ticket for a concert. We’ll see when I get to the door tonight.
After our transaction I took a moment to look around. I sat down and jotted down some notes. Enjoy:
Union Square – 5:07 pm – Wednesday
There is a “Go Green” event here in Union Square today. This is the definition of “preaching to the choir”. Look at all of these hippies. If you want to have a fair that aims to promote “Green” products (Solar, wind, waste hauling) set up your booths in a place like Grand Central where people have money to spend on things like solar panels. When you look around Union Square it is a collection of students and people without jobs. I bet a lot of these people are artists…….
Sidenote – a squirrel just jumped on me. It thoroughly startled me and the Swedish exchange student sitting to my left is in shock.
The people here are….I’m not saying the dregs of society, but wow. There are these things called showers that you can use. You do not have to get every inch of your bodies pierced or tattooed. Your clothes do not have to be hanging off of you or so tight that you cannot fit into them. There is a middle ground here.
How do you people support yourselves?
There must have been some issues here in Union Square as there are cops everywhere. None of them appear to be overly amused by what is surrounding them. Miserable would be the word I’d used. They all look miserable.
Some of the people sitting around (loitering if you will) look equally miserable. Is it drugs? Is it life? Is it because you are sitting here with nothing better to do? Yeah, I’m thinking a lot of these people are “artists”.
Sidenote – Some guy has his shirt off. He is brushing things away from his body that cannot be seen. (I think he might be crazy) Oh, he is crazy. He is wearing a Red Sox jersey.
This whole scene makes little sense to me, but maybe I’m not meant to understand. This isn’t my scene. Not my crowd. I do not wear black eye make up. Then again, these people must look at me like I’m nuts.
“Putting on a suit every day and going to work in some office. That guy must be nuts! Who would want to do that? Guy must be stupid.” – I can see half of the people sitting around the park saying that. They might not be too far off either.
So this is what happens when people do not have internet access at all times. They interact in an odd and bizarre fashion. I see nothing productive here. Nothing useful. But again, I’m the outsider wearing Brooks Brothers and drinking a Starbucks. I’m yuppie scum in this cesspool.
Sidenote – There is an anorexic blond girl wearing a skirt that is entirely too tight and low (not complaining, just commenting) walking around to every group of people she can find. My guess needs a smoke or looking for drugs. I doubt I’m far off. (For some reason she avoids me. I bet I look like I’m undercover.)
To listen to some of them speak is sad. Nothing coming from their mouths seemed to be said to completion. A laugh, a giggle. Always something to interrupt a thought that might have otherwise had purpose.
Their IQ’s are most likely 50 points higher than mine, but the maturity levels are twenty years lower.
I would compare this scene to the movie “Big Daddy” – In it Adam Sandler begins taking care of this little kid and let’s him do everything he wants. Let’s him wear what he wants, eat what he wants, act how he wants. That is sort of what these people/kids/ruffians are like. They are a bunch of 8 year old who will not be told what to do.
I suggest heading down to Union Square and people watching for a few moments. It is worth the price of admission.