there are times, usually when i read books a lot, that my thoughts flow in the form of the book i am reading. I’m not sure if this happens to others but lately i have been reading novels for my enjoyment and i usually become more creative in my thoughts and begin writing a novel with my thoughts. I wish during those times i could be near my computer so i can transcribe my mind novel into actual text, but its never the case. Today i was on a long line in dunking donuts and just people watching as my thoughts ran away with me as if in a fresh chapter of a book. And thats when i thought about writing a book. maybe a book of my thoughts. kind of like a diary but imagine if one day it was published. each chapter can be an unrelated yet related one. Unrelated because it would be of a fresh thought, but related because it would be my thoughts and in a chronological order.
here is part of the chapter i would have written from today.
Summer at Dunkin Donuts. The stomping ground and town hall, so to speak of my neighborhood. I wonder if this is how it is in other neighborhoods. The patrons are either dressed to impress, or rolled out of bed. The young men that frequent this watering hole, like to flaunt their muscular frames with tight fitting short sleeve t shirts, or tighter fitting “muscle tee’s”. May the strongest man with the loudest engine win. As this coffee shop can quite frequently turn into a car show on certain week nights. All aligned in consecutive parking spots, one shinier and cleaner then the next, along with their drivers. Sporting sleeves of tattoos or guts of pasta dinners. When did this coffee shop become a constant show and tell? The even younger girls who stunt their growth with the liquid caffeine, often show up with short shorts, that resemble bikini bottoms, and shirts that get smaller as the nights pass. These youngin’s, with their hair half burnt from numerous flat iron rounds, and tans bought from the local beach bum, use the walk into Dunkin as their runway. Hoping for glances from the muscular men mentioned earlier. Checking their reflections in the just cleaned windows as they wait on line for their coffee, that is mostly coffee flavored milk with whipped cream. Hoping to meet their next boyfriend. As they take the cat walk once more on their walk to the car they arrived in, a quick glance to the left is done to see if there are any gawkers. If there aren’t, they will try the same routine again tomorrow in shorter and tighter shorts. The cycle continues. The other customers of this popular spot, are sometimes the workers from the same street, stopping in for another burst of energy, tired from their long days of work, needing an extra pick me up. Still others are passing through to the beach or some other place unknown to by yours truly. But the regulars use this spot as a place to catch up with the same friends they see night in and night out. And i wonder, is it just this towns Dunkin Donuts that offers a place for the neighborhood regulars to gossip and shoot the shit? or is it the same in other neighborhoods as well?
so i have come to the conclusion that everyone is weird. Everyone has their own type and degree of weirdness. And it isn’t until you find someone that understands YOUR weird, or has a similar type of weird, that you have found your compatible partner. And if you have a relationship that isn’t based on a compatible weird, then ultimately it won’t work out, and if you force it to work out, you’ll most likely be unhappy.
So go out there and find your weird soul mate.