Coffee Shop Thoughts
A few fragments of thoughts that came and went while in a coffee shop in Canada.
Four round coffee tables with different destinies sitting behind them. All waiting to get fulfilled at any point now. Some probably will. Some probably won’t. It all depends on them.
A grey sweater, pants and black shoes. Half-bitten donut and a pot of tea. Three wrinkles cut deep into the forehead of a young man in his thirties. Bright ginger hair nicely gelled together and a beard and mustache neatly cut and covering his face all the way to the top of his temples. Staring at the screen with his hands and fingers intersected together under the table. One hand slowly reaches for his forehead. He’s thinking deeply of something.
At another table, a girl sitting with two male friends. Grey beanie covering her whole forehead. A baggy sweater and blue mom jeans. Pink wool socks sticking out of brown boots. Long blond hair, blue eyes, and a nose piercing.
Talking about everything and nothing at the same time.
A busy coffee shop with people talking and chit chatting loudly can sometimes feel like the inside of my brain day to day. Loud mind chatter and noise that goes on constantly.
It feels like people are often talking at each other instead of talking to each other and having a mutual conversation. Each person at the table is waiting for their turn to say what they want to say, anticipating their turn…but are they really listening? Are the conversations we’re having just one way monologues of information about ourselves? Is that all they are?
The conversations jump from topic to topic. From here to there. Canada to Japan. Work to hobbies. Other people and their stories.
Sometimes I wonder how all of these people ended up at the same table. Where did their paths intertwine and how?
And how am I here right now? How did my path lead me here? From all of the billion other places I could be at. I am here, sitting next to them.
