What I Found In My Pocket

I find inspiration in odd moments of my life
I'm either caught completely unaware or sometimes against my own will
If I choose to lose myself in the moment, I'm pulled away from the mundane practices of my life..
But sometimes I like to stick to the norm. I pretend that life is less complicating and I'm more comfortable in my skin.
But I guess that's an illusion. I think people who are stuck in the comforts of routine may be even crazier than the homeless person down the street who's yelling out nonsensical verbatim...
So I'm giving in to my little "moments."
This post may not make sense to anyone but myself, but that's ok.

Today I sat in Peets in front of the large window that overlooks Telegraph. As I was sitting there, trying to get some Econ studying done, this old man taps on the window to get my attention. I look up and he smiles so I naturally smile back.. He then points between his eyes and then begins waving his hand in front of his face (still smiling btw) Unsure of what to do, I put my head down, hoping that he'll leave.. Instead, he taps on the window again, and the same thing happens. After staring uncomfortably for another 10 seconds, I look down again. Same thing happens. Again. About the 4th time this happens, I decide that it's ok to be rude so I keep my head down the entire time as he persistently raps the window to grab my attention. Out of the corner of my eye, I see that he begins to wave both his arms around his head. When this fails, he moves slowly towards the left and taps the window as he leaves out of my view. Fortunately, he gives up and leaves.. Probably 40 minutes later, my eyes get bored and I look out the window. To my right, I see a homeless man being arrested by two policemen. He's handcuffed and the officers are patting him down to check for drugs..  and succeed in finding a little ziplock bag filled with white powder. I think I see something interesting and feel slightly uncomfortable at least once a day while I'm here in Berkeley.