Two-Hour Lunches

I’ve written several of these blog posts while sitting at lunch in the local coffee shop, since it literally a couple blocks walking distance. And assuming I get here early enough, I can usually stretch my lunch to around 2 hours. There are several reasons for this.

First, I get here before they’re ready to serve lunch. That means I get to drink coffee while I wait. That would be the second reason: bottomless coffee, which means hypercaffeination, which means increased brain activity, which means extra creativity. And the third is a place where I can sit and create without the distractions of the disaster area of home life, including the kids.

Now the last part is the reason I’m here today, although there are no kids at home, and I’ll be back before they are. When I’m at home, I get distracted by EVERYTHING. Shit needs cleaned, there’s something I always want to watch, and of course there’s games (other than the ones on this tablet that I end up playing anyway). But when the kids are home, the distractions get turned to 11. And that’s before William decides to I can nip down here for a bite to eat, knowing they can handle themselves for a little while and can come find me easily (or call, since Lauren does have a phone).

There’s just something about sitting in a place with people moving in and out that makes me get creative. Not so much today, as this post attests (seriously,  I have I’ve written screenplays and scripts and stories, plotted out an adventure (in Pathfinder or Demon Hunters RPG), created backstory of charact’d also count dating ers in anything I create (because a lot of writing is just done to support other writing). While I don’t do it all here, it’s the little things that fuel the fire of future creativity,

Plus, I like watching people. Every person that walks in has a story, and figuring as much of that story out as possible is part of the fun. Little kids are the best, as its something I miss with my kids (as Lauren is getting her tween cynicism on, and William is William). And while I can get it other ways (last night, I was watching kids reacting to the big reveal in The Empire Strikes Back for the first time (yeah)), nothing beats live reactions.

I’d also mention looking for single women, but almost all are either too damn young, too damn old, or too damn married (I check, then realize it’s probably going to be another week of me and Pornhub).

Plus, I see very few people that I know, and the few that I know don’t seem to recognize me (the advantages of no social contact with people most days?). Of course, that’s because it’s probably been a lifetime ago, pre-kids.

Which reminds me that I have a survey for my class reunion to fill out. It’s been 25 years, this year. Which means I’ve definitely spent more time out of school than in at this point.

Which reminds me of the last reason I come here to eat lunch.This takes me back to a time when I’m not the aging bastard I am now. I gain back a little of what time and circumstance naturally erode. I can sit, drink good coffee, put my brain to creative use, eat food that I can’t really make at home (because of economy of scale), listen to background music that back in the 80’s was hard rock (right now, Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar on Me” (a bar slut (or my ex’s) anthem if there ever was one)), and just not be the present me for a little while.

And I feel almost young again.

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About patrickmspeaks

Father, tech-head, political sage, and the Illustrious One of (little) 3x2 fame, I have been blogging for a few years now, and want to stretch in new directions, discover new things, and redefine redefining just for the fun of it. Nonetheless, having produced a pointless paragraph about me, I'll stop before something bursts.
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