Metamorphosis

I was at the mall the other day because I wanted some Panda Express. I walked in and didn't know if it was such a good idea. I was in a mood that some of you will probably understand where you feel very socially awkward and the thought of being around people is hard, and the thought of running into someone you know is akin to purgatory for someone like George W. Bush. I wished I had sunglasses and my iPod so I could have tuned the world out and pretended that I was alone in the mall. But then again, Panda Express sounded very good. I ordered and looked for a table that would isolate me the most, I chose one next to a plant stand and some empty tables. The only person sitting close to me was an elderly woman who was situated as such:


The woman was not eating, just sitting there with her hands folded under her chin and a worried look on her face. I wondered if she was in a mood similar to mine and concerned by the fact that I sat down in a position where we were half-facing each other. As I was in the mood I was in I ignored her and pulled out my book. I glanced up at here from time to time trying to figure out if she was concerned, waiting, lonely, in pain, or some other thing. I don't know. I finished my meal and took one more look at the woman. To my surprise it was no longer a woman sitting there but a man of similar age and in the exact pose and facial expression that the woman had held. I had not seen the woman gather her things and leave or seen the man put his things down and sit. The table was clearly in my peripheral vision and this fact seemed very odd to me. It created in me one of those feelings that something is not right, but you can not point out what it might be, some would call this eerie, myself included. I wanted to leave badly, and did.

I figure they were long lost lovers who had decided to meet at the mall (as it has a carousel and is obviously very romantic) only they didn't specify eastern or central time and thus missed the chance to live the rest of their natural lives in the happiness that comes from true love (bull shit). It would suck to be old, also the plants weren't cacti as the drawing might suggest.