Currently the two guys next to me are seemingly having a therapy session. One of them is gay (he has been talking about his past relationships). The other guy, doesn't talk at all.
The guy talking, lets call him Randy (because that looks plausible) has not stopped talking or smoking clove cigarettes for the past 20 mins. If I was dating someone who chain smoked cloves I would break up with them too, but I digress.
In the past 20 mins he has cried twice. He talked about at least 3 past relationships. He spoke about his fear of an impending tital wave that will wipe out Miami. (Scary). He spoke about his former suicidal thoughts as a teenager. He has spoken about how he is concerned his cat is the love of his life and he will never find love like that. (I hope this other guy he is with is not on a date with him). He mentioned drug use and then broke down crying, bit his fist and said it was just so hard to talk about this stuff to a complete stranger, and how he feels so comfortable talking to him.
Weird. I wonder if he just started talking to the guy at the table next to him. And it turned into a disaster. Poor non-talking guy.
Randy obviously has some issues.
As I am writing this, the two men just got up to leave. Randy wipes the last tear off his face, shakes the guy's hand and says "Thanks for letting me vent" and turns to get to his car and drives away. The other guy says nothing.
The possibility of how these two came to talk about Randy's life are endless. I'm pretty sure they don't know each other.
What is it about Starbucks- or coffee, chairs and tables outdoors that makes you want to talk to people? I know I have cried at Starbucks countess times for reasons way less severe than Randy's. At one point I wanted to go up to Randy and give him a hug. I didn't because Randy seemed particularly obnoxious and I didn't want to give off the impression that I wanted to talk. Although, his doomsday fears would probably make a good blog post.
Maybe I'm feeling extra sympathetic today because I am having a hard time myself and just finished reading Jaycee Duggard's "A Stolen Life" which is horrific. Her experience was so bad that I even bought a pinecone necklace to help support her foundation.
I'm probably admitting I'm going through a hard time right now cause I am drinking tea at Starbucks- FML. I am Randy and Randy is me.
Oh, I have recently become obsessed with Pinterest. I am attaching a picture of a joke that kept me laughing so hard I cried. No one else seems to get it, but I think it's amazing. Just think back into Math classes in middle school and high school, and tell me this didn't happen to you.
He's probably meeting with his sponsor
ReplyDeleteI think they might have met on match.com or eharmony
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