All around me

Often times, when I have the urge to read or write, I make my way to a nearby coffee shop and cozy up for a while. The only problem with this is the fact that I get so distracted by the life around me, that I don't get much accomplished. All the different people, doing different things. Every little movement catches my eye and pulls my attention away from my tasks at hand. But today I'm getting away with both. I'm writing what I'm observing.

The more that I come to this coffee shop, the more familiar the faces are becoming. I see the same people in here each time I come in. There's the old guy with the pony tail, that plays video games on his computer for hours, taking a break every little bit to go smoke a cigarette. There's another older gentleman, who at first glance makes me think he is a liberal and an atheist, but that's just me judging. He just has that look. I see him every time that I come here. He's one of those social kind of people that seems to know everyone. I've made eye contact with him a few times and I have a feeling that I may soon know this faithful customer. As I look at him now, he is lost in thought, with that faraway stare, and a slight smile on his face. I bet he is imagining himself on some tropical isle, with a cold drink in his hand. He was just talking about the weather with one of the other faithful customers and joking about the snow. A lady in a fur coat just walked over to the old guy with the pony tail and put a wad of $1 bills in his hand. He looked at her confused, and asked, "What is this?" She threw up her hands and said, "It looks like money to me!" and sat back down at her table. As he put the money in his pocket, he said, "I won't forget this!" Hmm, interesting transaction. The liberal keeps looking at me and I feel like he is going to say something to me soon. He did a double take when he noticed my bible sitting on my table, but he just realized that his satchel was missing and quickly left for the library, where he thought he left it. Oh well, I'll meet him some other time I'm sure, and maybe we'll discuss religion then.

As soon as you walk into the cafe, there is a chair tucked back in the corner to the left. Every time I step into the cafe, I am met by the same big, sunken eyes from that chair. He's incredibly skinny, as if he has lived the vegan lifestyle for quite some time, and he always has on big winter boots that look kind of silly on his little frame. His messy beard and hair almost make him look homeless, but as he pulls out his iphone, it makes me think otherwise. I wonder what he does for a living? This place sure does attract some interesting people. I love it.

So where is this post going? Ha I'm not quite sure. Maybe I'll end it by saying that people are funny. Especially the ones that are a lot different than you.