Ever Sit Back And Watch?
Measure attitudes, measure reactions.
Social interactions can be an art of a science. It's a beautiful thing. Why did they laugh? Who sat where? When did they decide where to sit? How long had they planned it?
Ever watch a tap drip? In total expectation and in anticipation you sit patiently and wait for for the drop to build and build only to its inevitable and repetitive destruction. It divides into 7 droplets as it splashes.
Why is one light slightly orangish when the rest are white? Did he choose to be different, does he know he is different? Why does his table have two napkin dispensers?
Could the imbalance of napkin dispenser distribution cause fluxuations in planned social interactions, in even the slightest manner? Joe who never spoke to Sally except to ask for a napkin dispenser could never have met the girl of his dreams.
...Ahh, to sit back and watch.
10 Comments:
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Interesting post Andrew.
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I have also though about these [confusing] things. Life rarely ceases to amaze when one sits back and watches. Life, social interactions: it reminds me of an intricate dance or something; a play with specific lines and roles to play. Do I understand the rules and guidelines to be a part of this? Am I on the inside or outside?
Ok, I'm done; I'm starting to confuse myself.
, at 11:31 a.m.
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so what your saying is...umm...napkin dispensers indicate the girl for me? AH I KNEW there was a KEY to it ALL! And all of you kept me in the dark *squinty eyes and pointing finger*
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For shame!
As for the water droplet..lol I do the same thing but I never tell ppl, they look at me funny and send me to the napkin dispencerless table to forever wallow in my musings..ALONE *tear , at 8:21 p.m.
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hippy
By , at 10:24 p.m.
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and not the good kind of hippy like Sarah either....I mean the bad kind. Hippy....
By , at 10:25 p.m.
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uhh, i think i speak for sarah when i say,
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she's not a hippie!
nor am i.
Andrew, at 12:39 a.m.
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haha thanx for stickin up for me...i agree..i am not a hippy!! EVER!!
By , at 11:22 a.m.
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i agree with sarah... she smells too good to be a hippie... because she showers...
By , at 11:31 a.m.
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Showering is often in direct conflict with hippiness, I agree, but most proactive in the context of happiness. Yet strangely, there still exists the happy hippy, though of course hippies don't listen to hip hop...which again could be a cause of their happiness.
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Despite the paradox of the dirty happy hippy, I must extend my respect to them simply because of their happy hippy hearts. While I would be happier if they showered more, their hippy happiness helps my heart to heal. I will not begrudge them their private cloud of funk, nor their mystical paganistic views, for their happy hippy hearts strike me as central to the gospel message. I think that, except for the obvious discrepancy in religious ideas Jesus would have been a hippy. He would have been a happy hippy.
In short, hippies make me happy because they share from their happy hippy hearts and give heartfelt hugs and have sunshine in their smiles when they sing sweet songs of summer and salvation (for the Christian hippies).
Except for the hugs and showers part, Sarah reminds me of a happy hippy, in a good way. Maybe her hippy hempwork helps that idea. I dunno.
Jeff
-of course she's obviously not a hippy
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none of you people know what a real hippy is...it is a frame of mind....not a frame of body odour...
By , at 2:02 p.m.
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hahaha...i think this is hilarious!!! (i'm seriously busting a gut here)
By , at 2:46 p.m.