Today i went to the little local library to work on my paper. going to the public library in the middle of the day on a thursday is excellent for people watching/observing. lots of retired people reading the paper, checking out books, just hanging out. and then there's other students such as myself trying to make something of this life and of this human body. its a great hodgepodge. I sat down next to an older man who was falling asleep and waking himself back up while watching war movies on his portable DVD player with his headphones on. I guess you could call this man "disheveled" and one may draw conclusions that he is/was an alcoholic and maybe short of adequate resources in this life. His hair was matted, his face weathered, his tennis shoes muddy, his fingernails dirty, and his belly big. i wondered if this was an activity he does often; going to the library to watch movies on his DVD player. an activity to fight the loneliness. i imagined what kind of girls broke his heart and who's heart he had broken. i pictured any of those ladies who loved him so seeing him today, with his old dirty clothes and big scraggly beard and i wonder if they'd still think he was attractive and lovable. i also thought about how people will probably judge him by his dilapidated looks. he looked like an old falling apart house in a bad neighborhood. im sure he had a mother who loved him and thought him to be precious and wonderful. at one point he was young and full of dreams and couldn't even fathom a "portable DVD player." or maybe not. maybe his mom wasnt so nice and loving. maybe he's a great inventor who had the idea for a portable dvd player many winters ago. maybe.
all this thinking going when i should have been writing my paper.
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