Since starting college, I have this habit where I look at everyday things and analyzing them. I guess it's a good habit to get into, except when it can't be turned off. Take for instance this weekend. I was a bit tipsy and as I was being driven home, I saw a car pass by with one of those rubber bumper guards hanging out of the trunk. I proceeded to rant about the idiocy that is protecting one's bumper from becoming blemished by placing an ugly piece of rubber over it, thus defacing it anyway. No one in my car seemed to understand me, let alone care. Alas, I shut up. But it got me thinking about looking at routine things or events in deeper ways. Take for instance a bar, itself. Those of you that know me, know I love bars. Usually the people in bars are not my main motivation for going out to them, but I had an interesting revelation. A bar contains people from all walks of life. People that cross paths with each other for one moment, and probably never will again. Maybe underneath the noise and bad lighting, just behind the copious amounts of liquor there is really just infinite possibility. I mean really anything can happen and I mean anything. It's just fascinating to me.
In writing this, the thought occurs that perhaps I should drink less and shut up-- this is totally viable as well.
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