Fifty Cents : A Story of An Over Analytical Mind
It was a beautiful day. The sun was shinning and the light breeze was cool. It took me a while to get motivated about studying. Earlier I had a wonderful shower, placed myself in cute but comfy clothes and had a yummy lunch. Unfortunately, the time came to get to work.
I walked into the caf area of Barns and Noble. I found a place to sit and a place for my white mocha. It was an oversize relaxing chair to read in, but was not encouraging real studies. A few minutes after reading the same paragraph 4 times over in my textbook, I noticed an older man get up from a table. He left behind a paper coffee cup half full w/ red lipstick on it and 2 quarters. I hesitated for a moment because he was still lingering near by, I didn't want to take "his" table or take it from the woman that had maybe shared it w/ him. As he started to walk further away I grabbed the change and caught up to him. With a smile I asked, "Are you done w/ the table." He gave me a not so nice glare and said, "Yes." I guess he might have a problem w/ the students. Anyway, I kept my smile and held out my hand that contained the coins, "Is this yours?" With the same face and tone he stated, "No." I strolled back to my seat and placed the used cup of coffee and coins on the edge of my table incase the owner came back for them. Another patriot of the caf saw all this and gave me a warm smile. At, least he saw my kindness and sincerity.
For an hour those items sat abandoned. I needed to stretch my legs, I trashed the cold and stale drink, but left the fifty cents untouched. Two more hours later I was done w/ studying. And, no one came back for the money. I didn't want to take it for myself, too much guilt. I didn't want to "turn in" change: concerned someone would consider me strange to worry about 2 coins. Why didn't I think that someone might presume I was nice and honest for doing so. Anyway, I got all my things together and picked up the coins last. I decided I would put them in the tip jar. However, there wasn't one. I guess it's a good thing because then I thought if someone had saw me put money in the tip jar they would have MAYBE, at least to them self, said "thank you" or "that was nice of you/her" when really is was not my money to give.
I walked out w/ the fifty cents. I hope no one knows I TOOK it.
What anxiety can do...
It was a beautiful day. The sun was shinning and the light breeze was cool. It took me a while to get motivated about studying. Earlier I had a wonderful shower, placed myself in cute but comfy clothes and had a yummy lunch. Unfortunately, the time came to get to work.
I walked into the caf area of Barns and Noble. I found a place to sit and a place for my white mocha. It was an oversize relaxing chair to read in, but was not encouraging real studies. A few minutes after reading the same paragraph 4 times over in my textbook, I noticed an older man get up from a table. He left behind a paper coffee cup half full w/ red lipstick on it and 2 quarters. I hesitated for a moment because he was still lingering near by, I didn't want to take "his" table or take it from the woman that had maybe shared it w/ him. As he started to walk further away I grabbed the change and caught up to him. With a smile I asked, "Are you done w/ the table." He gave me a not so nice glare and said, "Yes." I guess he might have a problem w/ the students. Anyway, I kept my smile and held out my hand that contained the coins, "Is this yours?" With the same face and tone he stated, "No." I strolled back to my seat and placed the used cup of coffee and coins on the edge of my table incase the owner came back for them. Another patriot of the caf saw all this and gave me a warm smile. At, least he saw my kindness and sincerity.
For an hour those items sat abandoned. I needed to stretch my legs, I trashed the cold and stale drink, but left the fifty cents untouched. Two more hours later I was done w/ studying. And, no one came back for the money. I didn't want to take it for myself, too much guilt. I didn't want to "turn in" change: concerned someone would consider me strange to worry about 2 coins. Why didn't I think that someone might presume I was nice and honest for doing so. Anyway, I got all my things together and picked up the coins last. I decided I would put them in the tip jar. However, there wasn't one. I guess it's a good thing because then I thought if someone had saw me put money in the tip jar they would have MAYBE, at least to them self, said "thank you" or "that was nice of you/her" when really is was not my money to give.
I walked out w/ the fifty cents. I hope no one knows I TOOK it.
What anxiety can do...
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you're so cute
i didnt know you wanted to be an animator
is a very gratifying struggle