Killing Time - Human Things
So I’m at the local Starbucks where I had planned to get some sketching done… Y’know, I’m having a hard time remembering whether or not I’ve made a post like this before. Probably. Oh well, what the fuck, just trying to kill some time anyway. So I would be sketching right now but I’m in the damn lounge area, table-less. I kinda feel homeless. All around me the elitist snobs with their luxurious tables are lording it over me with their smug, contented silence. Every five minutes or so I scope the place out with the faint hope that something has let up. Kinda pathetic. All I want is a fucking table, is that too much to ask for!? My non-existent kingdom for a kingdom for a table!
There’s this guy who’s been checking me out since I got here, I’m almost sure I could sit with him but that would require asking him. Ugh, human social interactions. Almost certain it wouldn’t just be the initial request, it’d be something else and then something else after that. Small talk will be the death of me. So yeah, guess I’ll just sit here and wait. It’s kinda funny, I need people/activity to get into my thing, my “creative space”, but I need it at a distance. Feeling kinda goldilocks right now.
Oooh! A table just opened up.
That guy I was just talking about left, and before he could even clean up his table I pounced like a tiger. I made the mistake of being a decent, courteous human being the last time I was in a situation like this and I lost out to a couple of uncivilized douche bags. No way I was gonna wait till he actually left. Guess I’m that guy now. But then he didn’t seem to mind that I was so aggressive, so maybe I’m still me.
Okay, enough tappity tap, I wanna get to my sketch book. I killed all the time I could by playing some Words With Friends and Hanging With Friends, checking Twitter and reading Flipboard before I started writing this little blurb. Before I sign off though, I just wanted to say that the only reason I had such a hard on for dropping by today was that it’s National Coffee Day. Lame, I know, but it still stirred something in me. Normally I’d be sucking down a Java Chip Frappuccino but because it’s more traditionally coffee-like I thought I’d opt for a Caffè Mocha instead. Also, I was fucking freezing when I got here so I needed something hot. Nothing quite like wrapping my hands around a nice hot cup of coffee or tea when I feel like I’ve icicles for fingers. Feeling much better now. My hands have almost fully melted.
Okay, that’s about it for now.
Beep beep.
Addendum: Just after I signed off I tried my hand at being a decent human being, well, I think I’m always that… I guess I meant a social animal. This poor guy was doing the same dejected drifter/hobo routine I was doing when I got here. We wound up sharing a table. And of course there was “something else and then something else after that”. Oh well, I need to make more of an effort at all these human things anyway, y’know, like translating digital text into verbal speech. So anyway, I didn’t get to my sketch book at all. Sad face. I wound up spending most of my time exorcising myself via iA Writer. Happy face? I wrote a monster of a post that isn’t even finished, which means that by the time it is finished I’ll have a monster monster on my hands, so I apologize in advance for the textual diarrhea that’s coming down the pike.
