003 Rain Clouds

Wednesday.

I was sitting securely between two wooden armrests directly in front of a large window. Coffee in hand, book in lap.

Outside, the air was cold. It was windy and the sun had dipped behind a low overcast. It seems the weather was reacting to the same midweek slump as I. The sky is my mood ring, I thought to myself. Determined to make this new thought audible, I awkwardly told the woman next to me that 'the sky is my mood ring'. She didn't understand and with a blank face, stared at my crooked glasses.

Minutes later a girl sat down across from me.

I adjusted my posture. I thought this would make me look more regal and mysterious. Luckily I sat by the window which raised my confidence. I always feel my skin looks better under rain clouds.

She was freckled, dark skinned, with a fedora angled slightly against the light coming in through the window. Her face was half hidden under her dark strawberry blond hair. She was wearing eight rings and had two knuckle tattoos. She was quite cute.

She looked up at me, and with an honestly concerned smile said 'your glasses are crooked'. I knew this of course. It was merely a test to see how long it would take for someone to say something. I began thinking that I wish humans could interact more openly without becoming awkward. The woman next to me was awkward, the cute girl was not. I hate it when people are so completely consumed by their awkward nature and reserved attitude toward others that they nearly cease to exist in society. I then responded by telling her my ears were, in fact, crooked. She squinted her eyes, frowned a bit, her brow raised, and she leaned her upper half to the right to get a better look. I was being examined. Realizing I should be compliant to her curiosity, I turned to help her better audit of my face. I turned to the right. I turned back to the left. I looked straight at her. I turned back to the right. Silence. I assumed that this would have satisfied her curiosity for the fictionalized fun-fact I had conjured about my crooked ears.

On the contrary.

She proceeded to take both of her highly-accesorized hands and place them on both sides of my face, just above my ears. I was no longer in control of the examination. I felt a bit awkward. I am a hypocrite.

I was now experiencing the polar opposite of my original complaint.

I digress.