Anti-Community at Starbucks

Today I went to Starbucks to read and write. Every once in a while I lifted my head from my book and peered around the room. In this living-room setting I think I was hoping for something more. Maybe I hoped it would gather people seeking something like-minded, a time to speak about things that are important. People could talk about the books they were reading, poetry they wrote, philosophy they were digesting. I felt let down. It was just a group of people keeping to themselves, doing homework, listening to music with their headphones and reading the paper. I guess it seemed contradictory as I sat in this strip-mall Starbucks. It actually made the lack of community greater as it created an appearance of something social. I’ve decided that on Tuesday nights I’m going to start going somewhere just to hang out, invite friends and talk. Too much of my life is around utility, meetings, appointments, duty. I hope this will be a time to live, learn and enjoy the company of others. If you are in San Diego and you want to meet up on Tuesday night. Drop me a post…