Déjà vu...or The Truman Show...WTF!

Ever have one of those days where places remind you of your dreams and strangers look familiar?...

Well...today was one of those days for me...

So... I'm riding on the train, on my way to my aunts first wedding dress fitting, when we stop at the 59th street station.
They have been renovating it for years but I haven't been down there in awhile, and today I saw that they had taken down a lot of the wall tile on the downtown side.
Right away everything sort of clicked.
I realized I had seen this before, in a dream. The shape of the station, the look of the tile free walls, even the way the pedestrians stood on the platform looked oddly familiar. It made me remember a dream I had awhile ago.
The dream of course is a bit foggy after all this time, and the station seemed a bit different, almost flipped like seeing it through a mirror, but it was the same. It was an odd moment because what I most remember about that dream were the feelings I had. I felt rushed, excited, happy, nervous, and seeing the station made me feel them all again.

Then when we stopped at 34th street, right away this guy standing on the platform caught my eye. I watched as he and his friend got in our car and I couldn't' stop looking at him.
He was a young white looking guy, about average height, with curly hair, but it was his face that kept drawing my eye.
He looked so familiar.
He had a unique face with a larger the average noise, but there was just something about him, something about his eyes. When I looked at him, I felt the way you feel when your just about to remember something important, but it wont come.
It drove me nuts and it was hard not starting at him like a crazy person. My only regret is that we had to get off three stops later, because when we got up I realized he was staring at me much the same way I had been staring at him earlier, with a look of intrigued yet confused recondition, and when our eyes met, I swore he had a slight smile on his face.
It's funny cause his friend was a really good looking, tall Asian guy with glasses, kinda like an Asian Clark Kent, and normally someone who looked like that would have my full attention...lol...but today he could have been invisible for all I cared.

For the rest of the day I had similar experiences, but nothing as strong as what I had on the train. A woman who worked at the dress shop, then a guy walking down the street, the woman who was walking her cute pug named Otis, then some woman talking on her cell phone. All looked familiar to me and all were good looking people too, like I was seeing reality TV stars everywhere I went going about there daily lives.
It was like I was living a day in "The Truman Show"...

All I can say is WEIRD!.....

Ok...this Amsterdam thing is getting kinda strange...

Um...so...I'm not trying to make light of what Anne Frank went through, but I can kinda relate to her today...

Well... it started yesterday when we got a letter under our door from the building manager stating they were going to be painting our front door today, and that they (meaning the super and the workers) will be "letting themselves in" because they need the doors open in order to paint them.
Why?
Beats me...but the last thing we want is our creepy Super "letting himself in" to our house!
Since the note said we could re-schedule, we did for Monday when we would both be home. That way one of us would watch the animals while the other would watch the Super.
But having experience with this particular Asshole before, I knew if he realized I was home, he would sleaze and bully his way into our house, which meant that today, and tomorrow, I'd have to pretend not to be home.

I already had it worked out....
I'd lock myself up in my room with the computer, a book, and a DVD to pass the time. Except for food and the occasional bathroom break I'd be set.
Before bed I made sure I had everything I needed, and the last thing I saw before I turned off my TV to fall asleep was a commercial for Amsterdam tourism.

Then today I wake up and realize sleazy and his buds were already on our floor.
I waited for them to leave for their lunch break before I tip toed to the bathroom and then the kitchen for a quick meal. I knew it was my only opportunity because no matter how lightly you walk, the floorboards always squeak.
When I got back I decided to watch a Netflix movie and absentmindedly picked the first one on my list that I saw, which just happened to be "The Diary of Anne Frank" a BBC TV movie done in 2009  that I'd been wanting to see.
I swear it was completely random. Either that or I chose it subconsciously, but in any event, it wasn't until I was about 15min into the film that I realized how ironically funny it was that I had picked this movie. Funny because here I sat, hiding in my room, pretending to not be home, and waiting for the workers to leave so I could move around freely without being found out.
Granted, unlike Anne, I have all the modern conveniences, I'm in my own home, I'm alone, and no one is trying to kill me (thank God) but it was a bit funny.

Then low and behold I'm flipping channels this evening and what do I come across, but a  BBC documentary on the Dutch settlers of Manhattan. Discussing the persecuted Jews who fled from other countries and came here because the Dutch were more tolerant of others peoples religions, and how their Manhattan settlement was originally known as "New Amsterdam" before the British took the settlement and named it New York.

Coincidence or fate?
Is Amsterdam calling me.... or is it Anne?
and this isn't even counting a discussion I had with a friend few days ago about Amsterdam(just remembered this as I was typing...lol)
Who's to know...
but lets see what hiding out tomorrow brings...
My only wish is that I had my own Peter...

 

The Diary of Anne Frank

The Death of Out Running My Ass (Lost the Battle but I Will Win the War!!!)

So I'm off the C25K Program...
With my health issues I just couldn't keep up. But I haven't given up.

I had tried to move forward with the week 3 program, but I just kept hurting myself, so I brought it back down to week 2 and decided to stay there for awhile, but when my health issues put me on the side lines for 2 weeks, I had to reduce it to just walking for 20 mins or until I reach a mile, depending on how I feel. At least that's better then when I started, so I know it's not really square one, it just feels a bit like it...

The worse part is feeling frustrated and trying not to let things get to me. I was feeling so good running, and the changes that I was seeing in my body made me giddy. But since I stopped, I'm luckily not gaining weight, but I'm not loosing any either, and that's driving me nuts with paranoia.

So to replace my running I'm gonna be doing more strength training and floor exercises. I had intended to add these to my running program, but instead I'll be doing less running and more of this until I can physically run again.

Patience has never been my strong suite, but if I don't practice it now, I wont move forward, and that's not an option...