Friday, December 19, 2008

Dear Overly Expressive Coffeeshop Guy... I wish you were not sitting one spot down from me.

You are alone at your table, but your exaggerated body language, sharp movements, loud sighs, chuckles, and mutterings carry on a boisterous, one-sided conversation with everyone else in the room.

The math homework you're working on might be a riveting dramatic novel by the way you grunt and go bug-eyed and violently adjust yourself in your seat.

Do you have so little going on in your own head that outer stillness horrifies you? Or are you just desperately forcing yourself into our awareness in the hopes of being noticed and--somehow--befriended?

Oh Overly Expressive Coffeeshop Guy, how I wish you had taken your meds today.


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