I Am A Speed Walker
I’ve always been pretty good about occupying myself; I’m also easily entertained so it makes for a great combination. Although quick side story because my mom would tell you I’m bull shitting. I’ll admit this “self entertaining” thing came with age. You see for the first year of my life, I wouldn’t nap or sleep through the night. I would always cry for the mere fact I was bored and “wanted to party” (as my mom says). Now that I reclaimed my character I can move on. Today while walking to class, I was doing what I typically do: watch people creepily as they walk pass me. (Actually let’s just call it being “observant”). It’s always entertaining to do this because people can be very interesting. My favorite type of person to watch as they go to class is the runner. You have to picture the runner the way I see them: heavy book bag pulled tight against their body, tennis shoes tied tight, electric watch quickly ticking away at their side and they are RUNNING...