Rain and Monday
What is it about rainy days that makes me want to write? To be more specific...I think its a mixture of rain and monday.
Ive never even been fond of my writting...and yet, I feel that maybe if I keep writting...perhaps, I will write something really great on the next line. I think some call that wishful thinking...
In a way that's how I feel about my life...It's all just wishful thinking....day to night...night to day...wishing something "really great" will happen.
Here's another story about a bum...
A few months ago I was sitting at the Wendy's near where I live...and I see this crazy looking guy asking for money outside...For reasons unknown to me, he decides to look inside finding for a split moment direct eye contact with non other than me.
It was almost like he saw me and recognized something within me...because he ran in...and he sat down on the table right next to me and would look at me and turn away quickly, as if he couldnt make up his mind about something...and then he began to bang his head and whisper things under his breath...and for a moment I thought he was crying...
He turned to me and said "buy me something to eat" ... I was surprisingly not really intimidated by the situation...and I just looked at him directly in the eyes and I said to him..."what would you like?"...
He seemed really confused and he began to bang his head again....so I just took out 5 dollars and told him to go and buy something to eat...He stood up and he took my hand and he shook it and he seemed really greatful...
but he never bought anything...he just ran off with the 5 dollars...I thought to myself...maybe he felt like eating something else?....again, wishful thinking...
There's actually more to the story but writting about a bum just doesnt seem as interesting as it did 10 minutes ago...thats just the type of person I am...I get bored with things too easily...
and so now I think I'll go play in the rain...
