Music blaring, people talking/ dancing/ singing/ drinking all around you, and you stop to take a look a look around. Or at least that's what I did on Friday night.
The guy standing in the corner, that's the one you want to watch FOR SURE. This is often the anti-social nerd at the party who has been finally dragged into going out by roommates. It can be the guy in a particularly taxing fight with his girlfriend. This is also sometimes the person who has his own agenda apart from the party, like the party is some sort of cover for his actual doings.
On this night, a young man was particularly interesting because he had a magic disappearing act. Now, of course, I wasn't watching the whole time, I'm not an anti-social stalker. So I don't know how many times he left, or how many times he came back. I just saw the one time where he left his cozy corner, walked out the front door (probably across the street to his house) and came back looking particularly dazed and blissfully red-eyed. It's pretty obvious why he left this time!
His first move in this new state of mind: spices. Yes, that's right he pretty much bee-lined to the magnetic spices on my refrigerator and started to pour tiny bits from each container into a little pile on the counter. He wasn't making a huge mess, so I let him at it. So after his home made totally awesome spice mix was finished, he poured it into a baggie (not the same that held his weed, although that could have been interesting) and went outside. Once outside, he finds a girl that has been here about the same amount of time as he (and looks pissed), says something to her, and hands her the baggie. She looks at it, smiles, and gives him a massive hug.
Now I'm thinking to myself: "HAHAHAHA what the hell just happened with these two?!" So let's digest...
He's been very inverted the entire night, disappearing a few times. To be honest, no idea what she's been up to but she has been socializing with everyone. I believe they came at or around the same time, but either way it is obvious from this exchange that they know each other.
First Question: Do the spices have some sort of meaning between these two, or are they just a random act of weirdness that she loves? Well, my romantic self is going to say that the spices have something to do with a fight they had. She uses too many spices in a dish? He mocks her for it? It's not so funny to her because she's cooking for him? Sure, let's go with that.
Now he's given her a baggie of all the spices he can find combined. Cute!
Well, if that is their story. But who knows? All I know is that there is one.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
That is just FRATASTIC
Alright, so today's people watching spot was the gym. At the school I go to, the rec center has been completely remodeled and outfitted with brand new machinery. Today ( a day for spinning, lord help me) was a fantastic opportunity to be a creep and watch people, as all I was doing was sitting on a bike and staring in front of me. Well, yes I was sweating like crazy as well... but thats not the point. I was looking around and across the gym for someone proper to watch and was having trouble finding someone interesting. Then I realized, I'm not waiting for the interesting thing to find me, it's waiting for ME to find IT. So I looked at the first person that crossed my eyeline:
Like most of the people at the gym on the weight machines (at least at my school) it was a guy. A very muscular guy wearing a shirt with the next and arms cut off. Start on some lunges. Now to me, after spending a couple years at this school, I have been groomed to think that this look is the "fratastic look" for the gym. However, this time I convinced myself there had to be something different about him than all the other frat guys. He does lunges wall to wall of the gym. His shirt had some logo and smaller-type words that I unfortunately cant remember, but what I do remember is seeing "Alaska" and "2005" in big bold letters outside the picture in the middle of the back of his shirt. You know, the kind of shirt you buy in airports that advertise for an entire state. (Which by the way.. genius? i think so. So simple too...)Moved on to some crazy arm machine, he looked like a bat the way this thing made your arms move the weights. First thought: OK, so you've been to Alaska. Thats pretty damn cool. What brought him to Alaska, though? He didn't have the look of an eskimo, whatever that look may be.. in fact he had blonde hair and was really tan. Perhaps he has family there. Alright, so we'll go with that. He has family of sorts in Alaska, and now he is in Arizona working out in a shirt that shows off this fact. Next thought: why keep this shirt? Now, judging by the fact that he has cut off the arms and neck of the shirt, I am going to say that he does not like this shirt anymore in its original form. Move on to barbells. Alright, "2005", so he got it 5 years ago, which judging by the fact that he is working out in a university rec center, he can't be older than 23. Sat down on the bare floor and started doing crunches like it was his business. This puts him in high school when he bought it. AHH high school, we all were so dumb then... of course he doesn't like the shirt anymore.. he probably bought on some stupid whim, like we all buy those autograph books for disney world characters. So he ripped it up and decided he would pour sweat into it instead, aka T-shirt HELL. Good plan, that's what I would do to my clothes if I didn't care about em ( I seem to care TOO much about all mine..). So far, this is the most in depth I have gotten to know ANY frat guy. Although, most of the ones I've met are belligerently drunk, which doesn't really give them a fair chance does it. Note to self: give frat boys a chance...
And this is when he moved on to the upstairs machines, and i could no longer stalk him.
Well, I'm not sure how enjoyable that was for you to read, its a... well I dont know what kind of story it is. I would say normal, but what is normal if everyone lives their lives differently? Well, I guess we'll see what I learn about people tomorrow.
Oh, and he had a tattoo with greek letters on it. On the back side of his neck. Branded?
Peace
Like most of the people at the gym on the weight machines (at least at my school) it was a guy. A very muscular guy wearing a shirt with the next and arms cut off. Start on some lunges. Now to me, after spending a couple years at this school, I have been groomed to think that this look is the "fratastic look" for the gym. However, this time I convinced myself there had to be something different about him than all the other frat guys. He does lunges wall to wall of the gym. His shirt had some logo and smaller-type words that I unfortunately cant remember, but what I do remember is seeing "Alaska" and "2005" in big bold letters outside the picture in the middle of the back of his shirt. You know, the kind of shirt you buy in airports that advertise for an entire state. (Which by the way.. genius? i think so. So simple too...)Moved on to some crazy arm machine, he looked like a bat the way this thing made your arms move the weights. First thought: OK, so you've been to Alaska. Thats pretty damn cool. What brought him to Alaska, though? He didn't have the look of an eskimo, whatever that look may be.. in fact he had blonde hair and was really tan. Perhaps he has family there. Alright, so we'll go with that. He has family of sorts in Alaska, and now he is in Arizona working out in a shirt that shows off this fact. Next thought: why keep this shirt? Now, judging by the fact that he has cut off the arms and neck of the shirt, I am going to say that he does not like this shirt anymore in its original form. Move on to barbells. Alright, "2005", so he got it 5 years ago, which judging by the fact that he is working out in a university rec center, he can't be older than 23. Sat down on the bare floor and started doing crunches like it was his business. This puts him in high school when he bought it. AHH high school, we all were so dumb then... of course he doesn't like the shirt anymore.. he probably bought on some stupid whim, like we all buy those autograph books for disney world characters. So he ripped it up and decided he would pour sweat into it instead, aka T-shirt HELL. Good plan, that's what I would do to my clothes if I didn't care about em ( I seem to care TOO much about all mine..). So far, this is the most in depth I have gotten to know ANY frat guy. Although, most of the ones I've met are belligerently drunk, which doesn't really give them a fair chance does it. Note to self: give frat boys a chance...
And this is when he moved on to the upstairs machines, and i could no longer stalk him.
Well, I'm not sure how enjoyable that was for you to read, its a... well I dont know what kind of story it is. I would say normal, but what is normal if everyone lives their lives differently? Well, I guess we'll see what I learn about people tomorrow.
Oh, and he had a tattoo with greek letters on it. On the back side of his neck. Branded?
Peace
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
And so it begins....
April 27, 2010
You're at a restaurant. Like most other times you've eaten out at a restaurant, you are with someone that you truly enjoy spending time with. They make you laugh, conversation is easy and comfortable, and you don't leave the meal thinking, "dear god, I've just wasted and entire hour of my life. Fantastic," because otherwise, why would you even be spending time with this person?
Well have you ever stopped and looked around at the other diners during one of these nights out? Who are they? Are they people who are having a great time? Are they people who got stood up? Are they people having an awkward conversation with a "frenemy"? Are they on a date?
What about what their eating... are they salad people, steak people, fish people, soup people, beer people, chips and margs people.. Who are they?
Well, this blog is here to serve as an online experiment with a favorite hobby of mine popularly called "people watching". Honestly, I could sit just about anywhere for hours and be happy not talking to a single person because really.. you can get a story from any person who walks by you solely based on judging them by their appearance. Now this sounds bad, you know.. the whole "dont judge a book by its cover" blah blah, but what I'm trying to get to the bottom of is what actually happened that made a piece of fuzz get stuck in that man's hair. Or what made that woman's jeans rip in the calf area? The question of it all is.. is this story you get from them true or not, and why do you get it from them?
This is the idea behind "The Dining Dead" (in my world at least). It seems that there is life everywhere, but who is living what life, and what do we actually consider LIVING a life, if there are so many ways to do so? Are whatever stories that turn up after looking at all these people what I personally believe as living life? And could my idea of living life be a polar opposite to what the person sitting next to me on the bus thinks is considered living a life? I mean there is no way to tell at all. This is what I'm getting at: there are so many people in the world, living their own lives and in so many different ways... so how on Earth can I have been so close minded to only concentrate on what living my life has been like all these years??
"The Dining Dead" is a referral to my own close minded-ness toward every single person out there that I do not pay attention to whenever I am anywhere. To me, until this point, they may as well have been "the dining dead". Through this blog, I will bring these diners back to life in my world and see what they have to offer, which I'm sure is going to be quite a trip!
So I invite you as well to look around. YES, I actually give you permission to go and stare at random people in the world. If they see you staring.. hey, give em a smile and maybe even get their real story. What is the point in living life if there is no one there to share it with? (even if it is just us crazy people watchers..) So go hear some stories and judge people, you never know... you might hear something worthwhile.
PEACE for today!
You're at a restaurant. Like most other times you've eaten out at a restaurant, you are with someone that you truly enjoy spending time with. They make you laugh, conversation is easy and comfortable, and you don't leave the meal thinking, "dear god, I've just wasted and entire hour of my life. Fantastic," because otherwise, why would you even be spending time with this person?
Well have you ever stopped and looked around at the other diners during one of these nights out? Who are they? Are they people who are having a great time? Are they people who got stood up? Are they people having an awkward conversation with a "frenemy"? Are they on a date?
What about what their eating... are they salad people, steak people, fish people, soup people, beer people, chips and margs people.. Who are they?
Well, this blog is here to serve as an online experiment with a favorite hobby of mine popularly called "people watching". Honestly, I could sit just about anywhere for hours and be happy not talking to a single person because really.. you can get a story from any person who walks by you solely based on judging them by their appearance. Now this sounds bad, you know.. the whole "dont judge a book by its cover" blah blah, but what I'm trying to get to the bottom of is what actually happened that made a piece of fuzz get stuck in that man's hair. Or what made that woman's jeans rip in the calf area? The question of it all is.. is this story you get from them true or not, and why do you get it from them?
This is the idea behind "The Dining Dead" (in my world at least). It seems that there is life everywhere, but who is living what life, and what do we actually consider LIVING a life, if there are so many ways to do so? Are whatever stories that turn up after looking at all these people what I personally believe as living life? And could my idea of living life be a polar opposite to what the person sitting next to me on the bus thinks is considered living a life? I mean there is no way to tell at all. This is what I'm getting at: there are so many people in the world, living their own lives and in so many different ways... so how on Earth can I have been so close minded to only concentrate on what living my life has been like all these years??
"The Dining Dead" is a referral to my own close minded-ness toward every single person out there that I do not pay attention to whenever I am anywhere. To me, until this point, they may as well have been "the dining dead". Through this blog, I will bring these diners back to life in my world and see what they have to offer, which I'm sure is going to be quite a trip!
So I invite you as well to look around. YES, I actually give you permission to go and stare at random people in the world. If they see you staring.. hey, give em a smile and maybe even get their real story. What is the point in living life if there is no one there to share it with? (even if it is just us crazy people watchers..) So go hear some stories and judge people, you never know... you might hear something worthwhile.
PEACE for today!
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