12:55 pm: Quite unusual. I'm at the Staten Island Ferry waiting on what seems to be an actual line for the Ferry which there never is. The dude cop is trying to 'break it up' but it seems today they want to seem nice & respect. I followed the dude rule so I'm sort of in front yet there's still a line behind me. Weird. Gonna see my friend D, maybe we could walk to the beach.
My point before was while on the boat what struck me was the waves. Not the beautiful waves of the now green water but the waves of the people on the other Ferry almost about to 'kiss' us. Wondering why they're waving & is it generally normal for us to wave at nothing. So I wave to them because no one else is doing it. Maybe they'll like my newly spiked hair. Maybe I'll dig their earrings if I could see them from 10,000 feet away, who knows! What makes us wave? Just the feeling that someone's looking. Or paying attention. Or the fact that they just want to be noticed. Or just a feeling of respect. One waves to be sure that they're not being rude to someone who's probably never going to notice them, none the less they wave. It doesn't matter whether you know what they mean. Are they saying Hello? Goodbye? What's Up? or Yo? They wave. It doesn't matter if they don't know the person, or maybe they do. Maybe they have a friend that is at the Ferry the precise moment the other is passing. In this, the cell phone age, you never know. They wave. So I waved. It was cool. I always do. I'm outta the bus finally & at my friend's door. We hang for the day taking in the sun. Watch a few movies, eat a few sandwiches, talking about everything . Making sure she's ok with the surgery she's about to have. She's afraid because her brother passed of something similar but of course it's not the same. I tell her it'll be ok & tell her of my former hell (the bus ride as well as some older heavier stuff) & just try to get her not to think like that. We have fun, she's falling asleep.