I don’t like to mention half the title in the first sentence, but coincidence is something that rises often in my little world; oddity, on the other hand is something I consider a funny coincidence that was simply destined to be. Well, under these circumstances it falls this way. Why is today such and odd... Continue Reading →
Confessions of a People Watcher, Issue #11: The Shadows
I sit down at my desk sometimes, not having a clue in the world of what to write about. But, there are times in this world where a story, although maybe not entirely pertaining to the ‘act’ of people watching, finds its way to me from the result of someone’s poor actions that I can... Continue Reading →
Confession of a People Watcher, Issue #10: Rules of the Road
Hello fellow partisans, those of which participate in the weekly recitation of all things weird in the world of a lowly writer, I bid you adieu. Aside from the stress of nearly getting creamed this past week on several occasions by those feeling it’s more important to text, obtain their booze, or get to there... Continue Reading →
Confessions of a People Watcher, Issue #9: “Let Me Copy Your Notes, Man!”
Dear readers, If someone asked me to explain what college is like, I’d use two words: exhaustive & rewarding. It’s been quite the week, and with everything else going on, It’s hard to find time to relax and write a little bit. Luckily, I found time, and with the help from a bit of music,... Continue Reading →
Confessions of a People Watcher, Issue #7: Value People at The Value Mart
“Today, I saw a man with no neck and a woman with no ankles; I think the gap makes itself sometimes.” -Me talking to myself last week Avoiding public places altogether isn’t achievable if you want to stay healthy, at least as far as food is concerned. Of course, there are services now that... Continue Reading →
Confessions of a People Watcher Issue #6: Small Experiences & College Blues
A Pickled Smile If you were in a small part of Tennessee, in a particular supermarket, at a particular time last Saturday evening, you may have had the opportunity to watch a young man smile a rather goofy smile at a jar of pickles. I was that young man. The preface to such an oddity... Continue Reading →