Procrastinating (Rant)
So I'm sitting here at starbucks with my laptop and a Tazo Chai Creme Ice Blended blah blah like a true yuppie (except that by definition yuppies get paid more). And instead of working and trying to at least got some hours in I'm blogging, go figure.
The one cool thing about sitting in a public spot with a lot of traffic (like starbucks) is that you get to watch people come and go. There's some interesting people in here. Right now there's a guy walking around in front of me, older dude, maybe in his early 40s, though he has lots of gray hair and a what can best be described as a gray 5 day beard, or perhaps a regular beard that was attacked by a hair shaver and then a swarm of moths. He's wearing shabby jogging pants, and a really raggedy T-shirt that's just a little too small for him. From the little I've heard him say so far he doesn't make a very intelligent impression, but he's certainly not lacking in self confidence. Then again, I guess if you're oblivious to certain things, like the way you're dressed, or the fact that it would be cooler if your chin wasn't two feet in front of you when you're slowly but consistently strutting your stuff in starbucks in front of a guy who's blogging about you, then who's to argue. In the end all that really matters is if you're happy.
Next to me there's an older healthy build gentlemen with a beard and a dark suit, sitting and (by the sound of it) trying to talk the guy whom he's with into joining his loan/brokerage/lending type company.
The badly dressed dude has come in and out of starbucks 3 times in the time it took me to write the last few sentences. A minute ago he must of remembered that he left a timebomb ticking in his car, judging by the way he suddenly ran outta here.
The girl who helped me at the counter caught my attention. She's got a very high pitched somewhat coarse voice and is so friendly, polite and humble that you can't help but feel drawn to her. When she handed me back my change, she gave me the change with one hand, while lightly holding my hand up with her other one. It made me think of body language and human touch and the lack of it so many experience and many other things. To his credit the bad PJ guy made her laugh a little while back (He's standing outside starbucks, with his face pretty close to the window im sitting at, lighting a cigarette). Her laugh is funny and full of heart.
Across the room is an Asian lady working on her laptop. So many Asians have good posture. She keeps reading from a book that is full of highlights then typing on her laptop. When I say the book is full of highlighting, I mean it quite literally. When she held it up I had a hard time finding lines that weren't covered in yellow.
The moth-bearded fellow just walked back into starbucks, gave this semi-gangster finger pointing gesture to a person I assume (and hope) to be his mother, then walked off to the restroom. I need to find a better way to refer to him. I don't intend to sound mean in how I describe people.
This person that I think is his mother, was at one of the displays a few minutes back and accidentally dropped a whole basket of chocolates and then some. The pleasant girl who helped me, went over and absolved the lady of all responsibility in the nicest manner. I watched her pick up chocolates for a few seconds.
A flock of schoolgirls just walked in.
The last time, on his way out, the not so socially dressed guy said a very humble hello to me. I guess we had made eye contact one too many times. It was very polite, almost cute. I have a feeling he has ailments that go beyond what's common.
I think he just got into a fight with his mom(?). I heard him say that he would be a nicer person if he showered more often. I had to smile. I heard his mom say that he was shouting. There was another small exchange after which he said "Same to you! And double of it!" So his mom walked out. He went back and forth between his table and the trash a few times, throwing away the odd items, then thanked the starbucks crew and left.
The school girls are loud and high pitched, and not in the pleasant way the starbucks girl is. But they are on their way out too.
Paying a little more than the usual attention to people makes you feel a strange attachment and empathy for them.
I wish them, and you, well.
The one cool thing about sitting in a public spot with a lot of traffic (like starbucks) is that you get to watch people come and go. There's some interesting people in here. Right now there's a guy walking around in front of me, older dude, maybe in his early 40s, though he has lots of gray hair and a what can best be described as a gray 5 day beard, or perhaps a regular beard that was attacked by a hair shaver and then a swarm of moths. He's wearing shabby jogging pants, and a really raggedy T-shirt that's just a little too small for him. From the little I've heard him say so far he doesn't make a very intelligent impression, but he's certainly not lacking in self confidence. Then again, I guess if you're oblivious to certain things, like the way you're dressed, or the fact that it would be cooler if your chin wasn't two feet in front of you when you're slowly but consistently strutting your stuff in starbucks in front of a guy who's blogging about you, then who's to argue. In the end all that really matters is if you're happy.
Next to me there's an older healthy build gentlemen with a beard and a dark suit, sitting and (by the sound of it) trying to talk the guy whom he's with into joining his loan/brokerage/lending type company.
The badly dressed dude has come in and out of starbucks 3 times in the time it took me to write the last few sentences. A minute ago he must of remembered that he left a timebomb ticking in his car, judging by the way he suddenly ran outta here.
The girl who helped me at the counter caught my attention. She's got a very high pitched somewhat coarse voice and is so friendly, polite and humble that you can't help but feel drawn to her. When she handed me back my change, she gave me the change with one hand, while lightly holding my hand up with her other one. It made me think of body language and human touch and the lack of it so many experience and many other things. To his credit the bad PJ guy made her laugh a little while back (He's standing outside starbucks, with his face pretty close to the window im sitting at, lighting a cigarette). Her laugh is funny and full of heart.
Across the room is an Asian lady working on her laptop. So many Asians have good posture. She keeps reading from a book that is full of highlights then typing on her laptop. When I say the book is full of highlighting, I mean it quite literally. When she held it up I had a hard time finding lines that weren't covered in yellow.
The moth-bearded fellow just walked back into starbucks, gave this semi-gangster finger pointing gesture to a person I assume (and hope) to be his mother, then walked off to the restroom. I need to find a better way to refer to him. I don't intend to sound mean in how I describe people.
This person that I think is his mother, was at one of the displays a few minutes back and accidentally dropped a whole basket of chocolates and then some. The pleasant girl who helped me, went over and absolved the lady of all responsibility in the nicest manner. I watched her pick up chocolates for a few seconds.
A flock of schoolgirls just walked in.
The last time, on his way out, the not so socially dressed guy said a very humble hello to me. I guess we had made eye contact one too many times. It was very polite, almost cute. I have a feeling he has ailments that go beyond what's common.
I think he just got into a fight with his mom(?). I heard him say that he would be a nicer person if he showered more often. I had to smile. I heard his mom say that he was shouting. There was another small exchange after which he said "Same to you! And double of it!" So his mom walked out. He went back and forth between his table and the trash a few times, throwing away the odd items, then thanked the starbucks crew and left.
The school girls are loud and high pitched, and not in the pleasant way the starbucks girl is. But they are on their way out too.
Paying a little more than the usual attention to people makes you feel a strange attachment and empathy for them.
I wish them, and you, well.
posted by dazzlingdimwit at 3:01 PM
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