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, running with a purpose!

I’m personally a big fan of the speed walker. I have been a speed walker several times this quarter because 1) I either run into someone I know on the way to class and take up too much time or 2) I don’t want to leave my bed/TV; therefore I leave too late for class. As a speed walker, I usually have to remove my jacket because I’m breaking a sweat. I should also wear a helmet because my big feet are just asking to be tripped over.

The ipod-wearers are my least favorite people to watch. They are so mysterious and cut off from the rest of the world (obviously trying to be emo and misunderstood). I want to walk up to these people, pluck out their earbuds, yell “I like pink elephants!” (or something just as random) and run away quickly.

My second favorite person to watch is the life-is-perfect-smilers. These are the people who walk around with big, goofy grin. They are obviously thinking about something you would find very entertaining; unfortunately they won’t shout out what they are thinking because society says that’s weird. I might not know what is going on in their head but at least these random smiles are contagious.

The no purpose walkers should probably walk with the life-is-perfect-smilers. The no purpose walkers usually shuffle their feet to class, have their hood pulled up and look down at the ground. You just want to shake them and yell, “IT WILL GET BETTER!” Maybe if the life-is-perfect-smilers yell what they are thinking about, then the no purpose walkers would take down their hood and smile.

So whatever type of walker you are, do me a favor and at least be a walker with a purpose.

-ravenaxious