Why a coffee shop is not the best place to be myself...

I'm currently on a 12-hour break until I have to go on hospital duty again. So, here I am in the hospital coffee shop, attached to my laptop.

I realize that my... personality is not something a lot of people can tolerate. I mean, I'm a very nice person but the weirdness can be a bit much for some people. And a lot of those people hang out at a coffee shop.

Why don't we venture into the musings of an observer.

I'm sitting here in a coffee shop, trying to mind my own business but it's kinda hard to ignore the dork in the corner, eyes glued to her laptop.

At first glance, she seems okay but then... there! She looks like she's about to cry. Could she be reading a sad email? Did she just receive news of the death of a loved one? Wait, she's on YouTube, watching... a Pantene commercial. About some deaf girl playing the violin, with her soft, silky hair all over the place. For the life of me, I cannot comprehend why that elicits tears.

She seems to have recovered from that episode.

She's laughing. I'm laughing as well. Actually, I'm laughing at her trying not to laugh. I guess she does realize it looks crazy to be giggling when nobody knows what you are laughing at.

Now she's just staring at her laptop. Wait, she clicked something. Now, she's staring again.

She's been doing that for the past two hours in 15-minute intervals. What the hell is she... Jesus Lord.

She's hunting mice.

Maybe I should leave her alone. I'm starting to sound crazy myself.

See? I can't even create an imaginary person without making that person insane as well.