NEEDLING

Looking for a short story subject. Can’t find one anywhere. There must be something somewhere to be found. One would think. That’s the news for today. At the coffee shop having my umpteenth cup before going into work later. There’s really nowhere to hang out, which is unfortunate, because I like to hang out places other than my home. Not always, but sometimes. I like to look at people. It’s hard to partake in this activity without being so freaking obvious in this coffee shop, as all the people here are, like me, plunged into their computer screens. Some of them are reading newspapers, some are doing homework, but most of them are staring into the bleakness of cyberspace. What I’m trying to say is that not a single one of them is simply hanging out with a cup of coffee and a smoke staring at everybody else. Most the people here come here to be alone, meaning they don’t come here to meet somebody else or to talk about the day’s gossip, and certainly not to stare, evaluate, and comment on all the other people around. No such indecency appreciated here. They come here to be alone, to be left alone, to not be looked at, to do work they cannot do at home for some reason. The absolute opposite of what I’m looking for. Do people not hang out having nothing to do except gossip and relax and have a f---g smoke? That’s not done in these parts apparently. Anyway, it’s against the law to smoke inside ANY building around here. And there are no sidewalks for people to walk on, because people drive everywhere, and people don’t go to places where there are not enough appropriate parking spots, which drastically limits the amount of people watching possible. This entry is really just an excuse to write an entry. Babble for the sake of babbling.