I'll never get rich with this attitude.
I keep looking around me. I keep looking around me, trying and more than half the time failing no to smile, because I sat down on a chair in the business building, where when I sat down I swear the only other thing in this group of chairs was one guy a handful of chairs down. A while later, I look up, the guy is gone, and there is a "bill" with many zeroes sitting conspicuously in the middle of a chair a few down from me. It looks like it was made to look real.
I wanna know who's watching me. I keep looking around trying not to look suspicious, but I can't stop smiiiiiiling. Someone's totally doing some sort of weird experiment. Will anyone look at the bill? Will they take it? Will they keep it? Are people more likely to pick up a one dollar bill or a ridiculously high one like the one next to me? If more people are around? If they are alone?
I feel stupid going to look at it though. For one thing, if it feels reasonably real, I'd feel obligated to report it to someone, and then I'd feel like an idiot cause the fact I'm reporting it means I actually thought someone would truly leave that kind of money sitting in a chair next to me.
But besides that. What if it turns out to be some lame advertisement? Then all my gleeful speculation and paranoid gaze flopping will have been for naught.
I guess I'll just have to look at it and be satisfied with all the people I probably weirded out with the 'ARE YOU THE ONE WATCHING TO SEE IF I'LL TAKE IT!? I KNOW THAT BUSY-AND-LATE-FOR-CLASS LOOK IS JUST AN ACT, YOU KNOW!!!!' look I've probably been flashing left and right.
.....Aw, damnit, a girl just picked it up when I was writing the last sentence. She just passed it, looked surprised, backtracked, picked it up, looked at it closer, and walked away with it. How rude, she didn't even ask if it was mine! Even when I looked up at her! (trying not to smile, of course) Tsk, tsk. Come on girl, you see a ridiculous amount of money sitting on a chair next to a person who SMILES MISCHIEVOUSLY when you pick it up, and you still actually take it seriously enough to make off with it as fast as you can?
And now of course the real question: Has this entire post dedicated to a piece of monies sitting a few chairs down from me that I never even got up to look at convinced you that I am actually the more ridiculous one in this situation? Would you have acted differently? If yes, how so? And finally, how do you think this story relates to the ambiguity of perception and the idea of involuntary memory being linked to objects, particularly the taste of the Madeline dipped in tea, as well as lesbians and prostitution in general, and their relation to the arts?
I wanna know who's watching me. I keep looking around trying not to look suspicious, but I can't stop smiiiiiiling. Someone's totally doing some sort of weird experiment. Will anyone look at the bill? Will they take it? Will they keep it? Are people more likely to pick up a one dollar bill or a ridiculously high one like the one next to me? If more people are around? If they are alone?
I feel stupid going to look at it though. For one thing, if it feels reasonably real, I'd feel obligated to report it to someone, and then I'd feel like an idiot cause the fact I'm reporting it means I actually thought someone would truly leave that kind of money sitting in a chair next to me.
But besides that. What if it turns out to be some lame advertisement? Then all my gleeful speculation and paranoid gaze flopping will have been for naught.
I guess I'll just have to look at it and be satisfied with all the people I probably weirded out with the 'ARE YOU THE ONE WATCHING TO SEE IF I'LL TAKE IT!? I KNOW THAT BUSY-AND-LATE-FOR-CLASS LOOK IS JUST AN ACT, YOU KNOW!!!!' look I've probably been flashing left and right.
.....Aw, damnit, a girl just picked it up when I was writing the last sentence. She just passed it, looked surprised, backtracked, picked it up, looked at it closer, and walked away with it. How rude, she didn't even ask if it was mine! Even when I looked up at her! (trying not to smile, of course) Tsk, tsk. Come on girl, you see a ridiculous amount of money sitting on a chair next to a person who SMILES MISCHIEVOUSLY when you pick it up, and you still actually take it seriously enough to make off with it as fast as you can?
And now of course the real question: Has this entire post dedicated to a piece of monies sitting a few chairs down from me that I never even got up to look at convinced you that I am actually the more ridiculous one in this situation? Would you have acted differently? If yes, how so? And finally, how do you think this story relates to the ambiguity of perception and the idea of involuntary memory being linked to objects, particularly the taste of the Madeline dipped in tea, as well as lesbians and prostitution in general, and their relation to the arts?