Kind of Funny, Kind of Strange

I see a guy and a girl not talking at the cafe. They're sitting by a temporarily abandoned table with a laptop and a couple scattered papers. I'm looking at a table that's somewhat close to a wall socket.

But the table has bad lighting so I look elsewhere. Eventually, I return due to lack of options. After sitting down, I make my realization: the non-talking couple are have a post break-up conversation.

Shiiit.

I open my notebook and start writing. Meanwhile, the guy, a scraggy, wiry sort, reaffirms his love for the Indian girl who's dressed a little too well. The formerly abandoned table is re-stationed by this lady with shorts bordering on short-shorts. The girl begins to cry. I'm cross-checking my notes. The guy begins to cry. The lady wears ear-phones and has been staring blankly at her laptop for the last ten minutes.

I finish what I'm working on and decide to talk to the lady. It turns out she's writing a speech while suffering a heavy case of writer's block. I know a little bit about writing speeches, so we talk for about 15 minutes, then I return to my table to read.

The point is, after the couple leaves, another guy with one gauged ear and a black "HATE" t-shirt takes their place. He opens conversation with the lady, and we relate to him the couple scene.

It was so awkward she says. He would have laughed at them and told them to stop being such pussies he says. I kind of enjoyed it.

And so there we were - a blaster, a voyeur, and a dodger. That's at least three ways of living life.