People I'm Next To

I'm next to a pair of gentlemen. They both are operating small netbooks, they both have the same haircut, and they both are fairly thin. One is facing me, one isn't. The one who is facing me has schizophrenic eyebrows. The are wildly waggling with no regard for the rest of his face's expressions or anything he is saying. It is disconcerting. The one who isn't facing me has poor posture. I haven't seen much of his eyebrow situation yet. They are having a discussion that seems to have two main subjects. The first subject is how to properly talk to oneself. Crazy Brow is telling Slouch how he makes different voices to keep track of different ideas. Slouch responds by saying he can keep track of his own ideas just fine, and that if he made different voices he would be worried that he would sound crazy. Eyebrows says, if you are alone no one could hear you. Slouch says, I can hear me. I'm not sure if they are joking. The second subject of conversati

As may be apparent, this will be dedicated to people who are sitting next to me. People sit next to me, sometimes I sit next to them. They strange strangers that probably make sense with context, luckily though I don't ever have to know that context. Instead, I just assume I'm next to a never ending roster of delightful crazies, and here is where Ill share them with you.