Coffee shop
I’ve seen this scene in countless movies. Mug in hand,
cloudy day, the intellectual/brooding/what have you type stares pensively
through the window. You wonder what he or she is thinking. Clearly, it must be
important. You’ve been trained to think so. In a subconscious attempt to make
myself seem the important thinker, I’ve mimicked this pose. Now that I am
conscious of this I try to subtly shift. Perhaps if I arch my back just so,
lower one hand so that the mug is actually held by it’s handle, and put it down
when I’m done drinking, I’ll add on a layer of sensuality and sophistication to
this pensive persona I’m constructing.
But wait, what do I do with my hands now? I know, I’ll start
writing.
Let’s see… aha! Here we go, da da da…
Ok, so now I look like an intellectual, sensual,
sophisticated writer! It could be worse.
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