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neurological dryer lint

dirty deeds... and the dunderchief

 

and if i close my mind in fear, please pry it open

so i'm sitting in the bubble here at UC eating my breakfast. i ordered my bagel (not to be confused with beagle / bagle). the girl rings it up, and it shows up on the cash register's display as 'assistant muffin.'

ladies and gentlemen, the new best band name ever. assistant muffin. google says it doesn't exist yet. so i'm calling shotgun :)

it's kind of fascinating watching people walk by the outside of the bubble. most of them are trying to stay warm, although some are ridiculously underdressed. most of those people also happen to be on cell phones. renee calls this 'peoplewatching' - thinking about who people are and their lives as you watch them walk past. i've always had an aversion to such activity, but now that i'm sitting here, it's kind of interesting. although my apprehension to doing this probably stems from a wonder about what people think about me while i'm walking by.

there's nothing that i can do to alter people's perceptions, control them to be what i want. and yet my focus on what other people think of me as i walk past - and the things i do to 'tweak' their perception - i.e. adjust my hat, smile a little more, look a little more brooding, look down, look up, check my phone, adjust my bag... it's so wired into my unconscious that it takes consistent control to stop. guess it's still buried pretty deep.

 

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