The past is remembered. Live in the present. The future is in you.
-Mike Caceres, who is a blogger, hiker, and traveler
(This happened just last night.) I am sitting here alone at Fieldwork Brewey Co. in Berkeley, CA. (Actually, I will be alone until my good friend shows up.)
As of now, I am drinking their top IPA, Virtual Planetoid Huge IPA (preferred by my server), while I wait for my grilled cheese sandwich stuffed with ham and jalapeños.
I see an attractive lady from a distance. (She is grouped with 2 lady friends and a married couple. Surprisingly, the couple brought their baby in a wheel carriage.) You hesitate, then it's too late. I am just creeping her out by watching her from a distance. I am relaxed. (Before, I would take it too seriously, if I did not approach an attractive lady.) Respect the lady, and control my eyes.
Right now, I enjoy observing people (or people watching). So, I am actually people watching while I write this blog post. (I believe this is is my first time ever to do this.)
I like the diverse in people around me. For instance, I see interracial couples. I like this bar atmosphere, where everybody talks and chills while they drink their beer.
I think I am alone in this bar. It seems like somebody has a companion. (Everybody is on their own bubble.) Nobody knows I am writing about them. Now, more people just walked in. Some people are watching me so they can take my seat. (They have limited seats over here.)
I just received my grilled cheese sandwich. (Picture shown below.)
Finally, I see somebody alone and he's obviously on his phone. (Welcome to the Technology Age.) I think right next to me is a couple on their first ever date. My good friend just showed up. I'll end it here. Cheers!
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