Observations of People Stuck in YuppieTown

Peace, love and warm breakfast item?

I was in a store today, and saw a woman wearing a t-shirt that said, “peace love, and pancakes” What is that all about? I understand wanting to promote peace and love, I'm all for that kind of good energy being spread around, but as for pancakes? The randomness of the word completely invalidates the statement she is trying to, or her shirt is trying to make. Oh, she turned around, her shirt is an add for a local breakfast joint, it all makes sense now, they are trying to be catchy with the clever logo.

Random observation number two . . . posture. I haven't really thought about posture lately, but the other day, in class, the professor discussed how she expects good eye contact and posture. I think this is perfectly reasonable. However, I was just surprised to find this girl standing in front of me with the most narrow waist, and hourglass figure of the gods. Yet, when this girl leaned over by the counter, she flattened herself out, not unlike a pancake . . .and then her perfect hourglass had dissolved, and she looked flattened and smushed. Her posture made her figure look completely different. I often take posture for granted, but if it can do it to a girl with a figure like that, than maybe I should think about my own more often.

Random observation . .. the third of the day . . .a woman is wearing a designer handbag, like a Marc Jacobs or somethin really fancy and pretty, but is wearing sweatpants, merrells and a fancy old lady work blouse. I thought I understood fashion, but maybe this is not fashion, merely convenience? Because I honestly would feel embarassed leaving the house looking like that. And I'm not judgmental when it comes to clothing. I spent two thirds of my college experience in pajamas and pigtails. Hmm., maybe that's why I never found a man there, I never bothered to get dressed. It's ok, I found a man right where I needed to, on the internet, heheheheeh.

Obs 4- a color thing? There is a couple sitting to the right of me, and they strike me as odd. The man is a light skinned, relatively good-looking African-American male, early forties or so, I know he worked for the Obama Campaign, he gave me a button awhile back. So he's sitting there at his table doing official looking things, and a girl, yes I said “girl” twenty years his junior in a white trench coat, black sweatpants and silvery flip flops comes over and sits down with him. I've seen the two before. It's just an odd coupling. She looks young and manipulative, probably has a whole lot of nothing under that coat, too much makeup on, I know the type. She is giving him this look of practised interest and enthusiasm, as if she is trying her very est to care, with the pouty lips and slightly arched eyebrow. It's nauseating. He is totally into her, with his foot around her leg, and just seems like a genuinely nice dude. Why do women take advantage of men? Where do they get this power from? When I met Pierre I felt like we had a mutual attraction and appreciation of each other, I was not out to seduce him or something contrived like that. We fell into each other, and I think that was really healthy. But these women who manipulate men so obviously make me kind of nauseous, that kind of confidence to just know, you will get what you want, where does it come from? Are you born with it? Can a parent instill it in you?
You know what though? I could be completely wrong, and just acting on instinct to think these things of this woman. They could be legitimate friends, or acquaintances. Maybe . . .Only the people sitting there really know .. .