Today we had a break in class where we were supposed to go observe people in a building on campus. I walked down the stairs and had a seat at a table, not really knowing what I was looking for. I looked across the way and there was a man sitting at another table playing solitaire on his lap top. I was immediately overwhelmingly jealous of this guy. I wish i had time to sit on campus and play solitaire. Maybe he doesn't really have time. Maybe he's just procrastinating. What if he has tons to do, but just doesn't want to do it. Maybe he is with solitaire like I am with Myspace...no matter what I am supposed to be doing, I always want to check it. So maybe he loves his solitaire enough to put off school work and just play a few quick games. Or...maybe he has lots of time. What if he's not even a student here? Maybe he's some kind of sick, twisted person who comes to campus and sits in front of students who are having coronaries and stressing their lives and their semesters away, just to spite us with his carefree game of cards. Maybe this crazy solitaire man actually likes to sit amid the students who are paying thousands of dollars every semester hoping to become something better someday, and who are hustling around him with no time for a break. What if he plays his little game, all the while observing those around him; silently laughing to himself, "Ha ha! Keep hurrying by with your crazy, overwhelming lives. I'll just sit and play my lazy game of solitaire!"
OR...
Maybe I just need a vacation....
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