The day in the life of a 33 year old Culinary Stud

My Observation in “PEOPLE”

"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."
— Marilyn Monroe
A quote I remember by the late Marilyn Monroe. Those words were use to describe herself as a human being. I am a retired actor and through my studies I learned to observe the human and their behavior. When I sit in the train sometimes it gives me time to think and just let my mind rests a little before I go to school. My mind tends to be a voyeur in some ways. I judge people and make assumptions in my head. People will be themselves when no one is looking or in this case when they think no one is looking.

This morning on my way to school I had the opportunity to observe a man in detail without having him see me. It was wonderful. This man came on the train and sat in front of me. His beige wrinkle-free khakis weren’t so wrinkle free. His potentially ironed shirt was questionably tucked in to his khakis fastened too tightly with a braided leather belt. His socks surprisingly were matching argyle socks however the elastic wash shot and they ran around his ankles. Occasionally he would interrupt his cell phone conversation to pull up his right sock just to have it fall a few moments later. I noticed a shiny gold wedding band, very simple and demure almost feminine. He was nervous it seemed, as he played with it twirling it around and around on his very manicured hand. Occasionally he would run that manicured hand through his uncoiffed hair. I chuckled a little it reminded me of a movie I watch when I was younger “Back to the future” he looked like the professor made famous by actor Christopher Lloyd.

As I kept observing his appearance I noticed his behavior was quite frazzled, as if he had a little one too many cups off coffee this morning. Upon making that observation I noticed a coffee stain on his wrinkled periwinkle shirt. I noticed he tried to clean it because there was a ring of moisture that surrounded the stain as if he had gotten a Tide stick and tried to clean it off before he got to his destination. He carried on his arm a ratty leather brown “man bag” that contained what seemed to be a prehistoric computer the size of my grandmothers microwave. In the bag also contained a plethora of unorganized papers that seemed to have no rhyme or reason.

I continued to be transfixed by this man and his morning that I locked my stare on to his and I think he could feel me looking at me as he looked over slowly and winked and smiled. I quickly turned and broke the awkward stare. I think he thought I was making advances. Nonetheless he was a human being having a morning and I quietly thanked him in my head for letting me observe him.