I'm a people watcher... Here comes one now!
For many years now I've been heavily into people watching... Not in a creepy way like... Staring at them from across the room. I've mastered the art of subtlety when it comes to watching the people around me..
At this very moment, I'm sitting at one of the best Starbucks locations in North Raleigh. Friendly staff, comfortable environment and most of all... Incredibly amusing customers. Over in the far left hand corner of the store, there is a group of women who are celebrating a birthday and in the process they are all communicating by using their hands and shaking their heads just as much as they're moving their lips. Such a dangerous means of conversation... I mean, with all of the pointing and the waving, I'm surprised that they haven't slapped each other or jabbed themselves in the eye.
Directly across from me are a group of three college girls who simply will not shut up! They're talking louder than anyone in the whole shop and they're also sitting closer to each other than anyone. They're talking about the most off topic things for people in a small little shop. Blood behind their grandfather's eyeballs, bumps that are appearing on their bodies... Moles that should probably be checked. I'm rather disgusted at how loudly open these young ladies are. These are things that I wouldn't discuss... And even more than that most certainly not in a public place.
A while ago, there was an elderly man that I tend to see just about every morning that I come in here. He's always sitting on the edge of his seat... And he is that awkward personality who stares at you from across the room in the hopes that you will say one or two words to him... Just enough for him to get his foot into a conversation and run with it. I feel sorry for him... If I get to that point, I'd rather just have one of you swell livejournalers shoot me... However, I don't think I'll ever be that lonely. I don't believe in loneliness as an option... Unless, you choose to be so. You should never change your life or limit your friends because you make new ones... Every new friend that I've made since I moved to Raleigh, has fallen through but you know what friends remain? You guessed it! The old ones. (As if there was a third choice) I know that as you get older and perhaps at that gentleman's age, a lot of your friends start dying off... But I feel that you're never too old to make new friends... Even if they're the loopy, weird alzheimer's infected guy who sits and stares at the wall and talks to it in the room next to you in your retirement community... I would like to think that even at that point of brain degeneration people still can associate happiness with friendship.
Because what's the only type of boat that you can't sink?
A friendship!
-GL
At this very moment, I'm sitting at one of the best Starbucks locations in North Raleigh. Friendly staff, comfortable environment and most of all... Incredibly amusing customers. Over in the far left hand corner of the store, there is a group of women who are celebrating a birthday and in the process they are all communicating by using their hands and shaking their heads just as much as they're moving their lips. Such a dangerous means of conversation... I mean, with all of the pointing and the waving, I'm surprised that they haven't slapped each other or jabbed themselves in the eye.
Directly across from me are a group of three college girls who simply will not shut up! They're talking louder than anyone in the whole shop and they're also sitting closer to each other than anyone. They're talking about the most off topic things for people in a small little shop. Blood behind their grandfather's eyeballs, bumps that are appearing on their bodies... Moles that should probably be checked. I'm rather disgusted at how loudly open these young ladies are. These are things that I wouldn't discuss... And even more than that most certainly not in a public place.
A while ago, there was an elderly man that I tend to see just about every morning that I come in here. He's always sitting on the edge of his seat... And he is that awkward personality who stares at you from across the room in the hopes that you will say one or two words to him... Just enough for him to get his foot into a conversation and run with it. I feel sorry for him... If I get to that point, I'd rather just have one of you swell livejournalers shoot me... However, I don't think I'll ever be that lonely. I don't believe in loneliness as an option... Unless, you choose to be so. You should never change your life or limit your friends because you make new ones... Every new friend that I've made since I moved to Raleigh, has fallen through but you know what friends remain? You guessed it! The old ones. (As if there was a third choice) I know that as you get older and perhaps at that gentleman's age, a lot of your friends start dying off... But I feel that you're never too old to make new friends... Even if they're the loopy, weird alzheimer's infected guy who sits and stares at the wall and talks to it in the room next to you in your retirement community... I would like to think that even at that point of brain degeneration people still can associate happiness with friendship.
Because what's the only type of boat that you can't sink?
A friendship!
-GL