Save me, from your thoughts, I got enough of my own to worry about.

I recently read a quote online that said, “Never mind my browser history, I’m a writer and not a sociopath.” Truer words have never been spoken.

Ever since I was child I enjoyed sitting with the adults and listening in on their conversations. Call it what you will, a passion for knowledge, an osmosis transfer of wisdom, or whatever witty phrase you can come up with, I relished it.

My parents and their friends would talk about their antics and mishaps and I would listen. I don’t know how much of it was embellishment, and being so young I don’t know if I could have identified it as such even if it was pointed out to me. The world was to me was a mixture of both fear and awe. Listening to their stories would later on help steer me out of trouble as well as make sense of what was possible or even probable.

Today I sit once more on the train and I’m heading in to work. The passengers vary to some degree but not a great deal. Most people tend to work the same jobs for years at a time and so routines are established. Bob tries to sit near Jane and Skip is looking to hook up with rider, Samantha. Except Samantha only switched to this earlier train to avoid Dave who kept pestering her in getting a date. How do I know these things? I don’t really. You see these are the stories I make up in my head. In truth I don’t know Dick from Jane.

Except I do know some of it on a more personal basis. You see I am a writer and as such I study people and how they behave. Only some people catch me watching them and start to get the wrong idea. I have seen people go out of their way to avoid me thinking I was the “Dave” who was stalking them. I swear I’m not. I mean I enjoy looking at a pretty face as much as the next guy but I also look at the toothless shirtless and tattoo covered men.

In my younger days, before I picked up writing, I would go to the mall and sit just outside the food court, and watch people go by. In the case with teenagers, I watched them go by a good many times as they traversed up and down the mall trying to peacock their “look”.

So the next time you catch somebody glancing at you try not to let it go to your head.

As of this exact moment I am half watching a woman who is trashed out of her mind wobbling in her seat. She just dropped her cell phone and doesn’t seem to even realize it. I am also watching two other people who seem to have taken an interest in her dropped phone but are trying to stay cool about it. Well that ended well. She noticed her dropped phone and recovered it just before getting off the train. To bad I can’t say the same about her mind.

Hey I just noticed one of the men watching her has no right hand. Now that is interesting. My mind is going in circles trying to come up with that back-story. My god people watching can be a real hoot. He is wearing a button down shirt with only the top button being done. The rest of its length is wide open to peacock his abs.

The other person who was watching is a woman with a mountain bike. Her bikes anatomical structure has to contain a high percentage of DT (Duct Tape) as its second most common element. She has both her hands. Ah, I just caught sight of a waist strap pouch. Classy. I used to rock one of those back when I was much cooler. I’m kidding of course. Now I use cargo shorts to hold all my crap. She just got off the train as well. I don’t know her story but let me tell you everyone I’ve just seen has been deposited to my profile database and might be partially or entirely pulled out for further scrutiny and use.

Now as to me being the perv that rides the train and was only trying to hit on you by staring at you incessantly…I’m guilty. I just have a thing for toothless people.

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