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There is an exercise in creative writing called "Just Write". It's purpose is to force a writer to get into the habit of writing, which is an important step if you want to become a writer. You write, nonstop without thinking, for 15 minutes straight. By doing this, you force your mind into the writing mood per say. It can be about absolutely nothing, just write for 15 mins. I will do this from time to time, and see what my brain can come up with on the spot.

Lets start, time is 9:43 am.

I have no idea what I am going to write about, so I am simply going to start describing whats around me untill something sparks. To my right is the cafeteria. People are walking along, oblivious to the lives of others. They are safely wrapped in their caccoons, worried only about their own problems, their own lives.

It amazes me, how people can do this. They never lift their heads from their plodding feet, shuffling through life in a haze of monotony. I always found it fun, personally, to sit and observe people. Maybe it's because I am fascinated by the human mind. Why it ticks, what it does, why people do as they do. Right now, I am watching to people argue back and forth, in front of the whole cafeteria. Yet, no one seems to notice. Why can I notice, but no one else?

It's simple, people are absorbed in their own things.

Whats this, an old man is sitting by himself at a table, eating a sandwich. I don't know why i am drawn to watching him, but I am. He sits there, absentmindedly eating his sandwich, oblivious to whats going on around him.

Oh boy, at another table is a group of girls. One of them catches my eye, being darkly tanned. Her hair is dyed blond, her clothes expensive, her makeup perfect. She is in a heated discussion with a friend, probably over some boy or other.

That leads me to another thought: how can people find woman like that attractive? Dolled up, dyed hair, fake tan. To many men get a hard on for women like her, but not me. Why not a woman with substance? I guess I'm the 'girl next door" type.

The old man has pulled out a book now. If I strain my eyes I can read the title. TWILIGHT? No way...

Here, ladies and gentleman, is a perfect example of why I find people so fascinating. This old man has a laptop out, covered with images of duck hunting. He wears a plaid jacket, and hunting cap. Clearly a manly man if I do say so myself. Yet, lo and behold, he takes out a copy of Twilight. After a furtive glance in each direction, he settles into his guilty pleasure. We made eye contact, and he quickly hid the book.

I gave him a wink though, and a hidden thumbs up. He smiled knowingly in response, and continued to read his guilty pleasure.

Things like that amaze me. How can to men, both of them typically manly in appearance, be able to communicate the fact that they both like the Twilight series secretly to each other with no more then a wink and a thumbs up? The mind is wondrous.

I continue to look around this cafeteria, trying to find a new person to observe even as I write this. Wow, look at that woman in the tight cloth pants, expensive jacket. Italian by looks. God I don't find that type of Italian woman attractive. Sure, good looking enough for a one night stand had I not been practically married, but not for dating. I found them to have no... substance. And very little intelligence.

Now over there is my type. Red hair, tied back in a ponytail. Brown leather jacket, blue jeans, comfortable shoes. Very, very beautiful face. So pretty, that had she done up herself to look like so many of those Italian girls, she would fit amongst them.

Yet she doesn't, and that's what i find attractive. Maybe she thinks like me? Looking into peoples hearts and souls and finding nothing there but superficial crap.

Shes eating a yogurt and berries, and drinking an ice tea. Not a care in the world, not realizing people could be watching her. Confidence. God I find that to be the sexiest attribute of a woman's personality.

Well, its 9:58 now, and that is all I wrote in 15 mins. Apparently I'm in the mood to talk about woman. Or maybe its just that there are mostly woman around me?

Who knows. I will probably write something more worthwhile then this exercise shortly. Going to spell check this page then submit it for now.