observations of a not-so-creepy-creeper

I observe people. Seriously, it's what I do. All the time. OK maybe not all the time. But I do enjoy it. Not creepily though...
or at least I don't try to be. But lets face it, I probably am a total creeper-whose-not-actually-a-creeper. But you knew that already. I'm always out and about, at the city library, out on main streets, busing around, biking to town. So as you can probably imagine I see all sorts of differnt kinds of people all day. But I have accidental creeper syndrome when it comes to observing people. Actually, at this very moment, I'm sitting in the quiet room at the library typing this. Theres a woman at a table to the left of me diligently doing paperwork. She's not a teacher, she's too wealthily dressed to be so. She's obviously working on something more important. theres a ring on her left hand ring finger with a black stone in the middle of it. I bet she's engaged. The man next of her is obviously procrastiniating. He looks about 22 and he's holding a japanese comic book. He also has no idea someone knows what he's reading. hahahahahahah Oh I'm so bad. Next to him on the table is a textbook open to a page with a piece of lined paper sticking out of it. Basically meaning he was going to do some work, but now he's infatuatued with this his comic book. He's the immature "I don't want to be an adult" type. Next to his textbook is a cup of starbucks coffee. SO he went to starnucks around the corner before he came here. Ah, and theres always the mysterious old man. We can't forget him. He comes here quite often. He's currently reading a magazing on woodworking. He's probaby here because of his pesky old wife at home. He's like a future old man "Tim the Tool man Taylor". He always wears teh exact same blue ratty hat. interesting.
One thing that I notice a lot about people is that nobody observes me. Rather, nobody observes anyone quite nearly as much as I do. SOmetimes I wonder if theres an observer in my presence who is observing me at this very moment. tryign to figure out what I'm doing here,a nd what my story is. I wonder if they think I;m the shy type. Can they tell that I like music from the looks of me? do they know that I'm into the arts? or would they have guessed the complete opposite? It amuses me trying to figure out people's stories. There are so many different people, and to know that we all have something to do, somewhere to go, someone to be....
were all the same yet so so so different. It's strangers that interest me the most becuase of how mysterious they seem to me. I'm sure they arent thinking about being mysterious at all, theyre just going on about their normal lives.
I like stories. and theres a lot of them going on all around us. You've just got to watch carefully and maybe you'll find out.

everyone's favorite creeper,

-Zoe