Writer's Block: If at first you don't succeed...
Last night I took a walk around the lake outside of my apartment. I don't understand why people who live on a ground floor don't close their mini blinds and curtains it's like they're putting themselves on display for the rest of the world.
Though, weirdly enough I'm not complaining I actually enjoy it. It's like looking into little shadow boxes. I used to think apartment complexes were so ugly but I'm starting to learn that they're incredibly interesting places to be at night. I honestly don't think I passed by a room that looked similar to another. I could hear dirrerent kinds of noises a children's show, a Jazz record, someone playing the piano, a group of friends singing along to cheesy R&B songs. I could see different pieces of furniture and posters. I particularly love rooms that are just littered with little knick knacks. I want to collect all of these little things It feels so bizzare to have so many different people's worlds stacked on top of and around your own but seeing all the other little households come alive at night gives me a sense of security.
There's one that really stood out in my mind last night. I was actually so interested in this shadow box that I stood maybe two feet away from the window and watched. This apartment was well decorated but at the same time a little over decorated things like flower vases, paintings of generic lanscapes like the ones you'd see at a doctor's office and over-stuffed sofas made up the living room. A man sat in the middle of the room. Though, for how many sofas he owned he wasn't using them instead he was sitting on a bright red yoga ball. He wasn't exercising he was actually playing a video game. I'm actually pretty sure he was playing Zelda. There was no one else in the room and though he seemed comfortable he was wearing a suit and tie as though he had just gotten off work and didn't even bother to change he just rushed home to play his video game. He couldn't have been younger than 50 he was almost completely bald what little hair he had left was white he wore glasses that looked too tight on his face because he had such a round head. He was also pretty good at his video game. He had no real facial expressions that sttod out to me his face just seemed like a blank stare toward the screen. He didn't see me or hear me laughing two feet away from him I'm sure he was as wrapped up in the world of Zelda as I was spying on him. I wondered if he was even married maybe his wife was asleep in the other room she just didn't know what to do about his Zelda obsession or maybe he was divorced or maybe he never married. But his apartment was decorated so girly...well masybe his sister decorated his apartment or he might just have feminine taste I don't think he'd be gay becuase I think his suit would've looked a bit more polished and I doubt those doctor's office type landscapes would be hanging up.
And that's how it happened one of my most favorite characters isn't someone I made up. It's someone that left his mini blinds open. Close your blinds, you might end up in a stranger's book.
Though, weirdly enough I'm not complaining I actually enjoy it. It's like looking into little shadow boxes. I used to think apartment complexes were so ugly but I'm starting to learn that they're incredibly interesting places to be at night. I honestly don't think I passed by a room that looked similar to another. I could hear dirrerent kinds of noises a children's show, a Jazz record, someone playing the piano, a group of friends singing along to cheesy R&B songs. I could see different pieces of furniture and posters. I particularly love rooms that are just littered with little knick knacks. I want to collect all of these little things It feels so bizzare to have so many different people's worlds stacked on top of and around your own but seeing all the other little households come alive at night gives me a sense of security.
There's one that really stood out in my mind last night. I was actually so interested in this shadow box that I stood maybe two feet away from the window and watched. This apartment was well decorated but at the same time a little over decorated things like flower vases, paintings of generic lanscapes like the ones you'd see at a doctor's office and over-stuffed sofas made up the living room. A man sat in the middle of the room. Though, for how many sofas he owned he wasn't using them instead he was sitting on a bright red yoga ball. He wasn't exercising he was actually playing a video game. I'm actually pretty sure he was playing Zelda. There was no one else in the room and though he seemed comfortable he was wearing a suit and tie as though he had just gotten off work and didn't even bother to change he just rushed home to play his video game. He couldn't have been younger than 50 he was almost completely bald what little hair he had left was white he wore glasses that looked too tight on his face because he had such a round head. He was also pretty good at his video game. He had no real facial expressions that sttod out to me his face just seemed like a blank stare toward the screen. He didn't see me or hear me laughing two feet away from him I'm sure he was as wrapped up in the world of Zelda as I was spying on him. I wondered if he was even married maybe his wife was asleep in the other room she just didn't know what to do about his Zelda obsession or maybe he was divorced or maybe he never married. But his apartment was decorated so girly...well masybe his sister decorated his apartment or he might just have feminine taste I don't think he'd be gay becuase I think his suit would've looked a bit more polished and I doubt those doctor's office type landscapes would be hanging up.
And that's how it happened one of my most favorite characters isn't someone I made up. It's someone that left his mini blinds open. Close your blinds, you might end up in a stranger's book.