Sitting in Barnes & Noble trying to do work but really just secretly people watching all of the ridiculous souls searching for books entertains me to no end.
I really love the people who look like they're committing a crime while they peruse the shelves, glancing nervously over their shoulder to make sure nobody is judging them for what they choose. Or the ones that find the book they want and rush away from the section, as if they can't be seen among the cookbooks.
Hey, at least you didn't accidentally walk through the sex education section. Now that, that is embarrassing -- but only when you run into someone you know.
Really, I just love people watching. People entertain me endlessly. I chalk it up to my journalistic endeavors because then I get to call it social observation.
Maybe I just like knowing that I'm not the only awkward weirdo in the world, and certainly not the weirdest. Not judging, of course. Simply appreciating the communal weirdness.
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