The Unchartered

My mom liked this, so I'm re-posting it. Sometimes I just get edgy at having my thoughts scattered all over my web-page. One of these days, I might have a hard day and decide to delete the whole thing. The end!

The school's library is a big, wandering building. The delights of complete exploration will be postponed until the winter makes studying outside impossible.

On my way to the third floor, I passed an area which was under remodeling. My attention was caught by one of the workmen who bore an uncanny resemblance to my old trailerpark landlord. I'm afraid I stared. But he didn't notice. As it was, the resemblance ended at the facial similarity. The man was intently repairing something.

As shown above, in the first floor of the building hangs a sign that reads, "General Books." What on earth can that mean? I can only suppose this means that a book found therein would not contain any specific information at all, as opposed to books which are actually about things. I'm amazed that so many books should have been published without subjects, and without even being classifiable into the normal categories of fiction, nonfiction, or reference!

On the way from the building, I saw a young university employee seated at a desk. His hair was black, curly, and shiny like Josh Groban. He was well-dressed, lean, and extremely kempt.

This university seems to attract an unusually large helping of such "metro"-looking men. However, I don't recall having seen any Metro Men talking to girls. Usually they are in conversation with or walking with another Metro Man. Two possible explanations come to mind. One of these possibilities is that these men rest assured that their attractiveness is too far superior to any available girl. Bless their hearts.

I was sitting in Taco Bell one afternoon when two young Metro Men came in together. There they met another Metro Man, hugged, and one complimented another with "you look so hot!" The blond one redeemed himself from both possible suspicions by checking me out.

They were speaking perfectly loud in a public place, so I couldn't help overhearing one of the others inquire about "any cute girls around here?" He was therefore cleared from one suspicion. The third Metro Man responded, "There were a bunch here last year, but they moved. But it didn't matter because they all thought they were [too good for anybody]."