Chey’s Lounge

I wrote so much for my masters on my phone it’s wild. Something about it makes writing less intimidating even though it’s probably objectively more difficult to write something cohesive on here than a laptop or a computer. Maybe I just like a challenge (not optimizing anything in my life). Maybe I’m just silly. Maybe I’m just a little mentally ill and irrational and force myself to live within the confines of my arbitrary beliefs. 

I was going to write more about my sports confession/clean up what I had written yesterday that didn’t make the cut. The thing is, I’m just out here sitting on a train in the rain and it doesn’t feel right to not write about it and how it makes me feel, or at least what it’s making me think about. 

I was looking in peoples yards and thinking about their lives and it made me remember something that happened in my own life and how maybe it would be funny to post about. If I were trying to be a good writer I would probably try to grab the readers’ attention with this story, but to actually grab the attention, I’d need to spoil the ending. Idk, I’m just not ready to do that yet. I like building stupid anticipation… 

So, here we are in the middle of the post, introducing the idea of, not even starting, the story. I want to preface this with the fact that there’s not actually a great reason being on the train reminded me of it. The connection is pretty loose, but it’s obviously there in my head! Admittedly, when it comes to connections, that’s not saying much. I really be pushing the limits of logic with some of the parallels I draw. 

Not to keep you waiting for this story coming up, but I guess I will be. I think a few posts from now I will post about how I enjoy reading similar to how I like watching sports. The reading post won’t be a confession though because I’m not obsessed with it and it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Reading is good and I don’t do it nearly enough. I go through phases where I do read a lot, those are nice. Reading isn’t inherently more productive than other leisure activities, but it definitely makes the brain exercise a little bit. It at least beats a lot of the slop out there posing as entertainment these days.

I tend to stick with books of a similar genre/theme when I get the reading bug. A few years ago, I got into mystery novels with female narrators. I had read Gone Girl and The Girl on the Train in close succession and I was looking for another book to start. My cousin had given me a suggestion. Based on that suggestion, I got myself a new book to start The Girl in the Window by Renée Pawlish. It was right on theme with what I had previously read and I really enjoyed it. Another murder mystery added to my repertoire. 

Once I finished, I texted my cousin to let him know. I wanted to say something more substantial than I liked it, so I said something along the lines of, “I can’t believe it was XXXXXXX.” He was so confused. To make a long story short, he had actually suggested I read The Woman in the Window by A.J. Finn. I was so embarrassed but it was so funny lmao. I ended up getting that book and you know what? To this day, I haven’t been able to finish it. And The Girl in the Window was the last murder-mystery book I’ve read (completely). 

So, the train connection, because if you read that book, you’d know there’s no central train theme. The thing is, those books I read all kind of blended together in my mind. Any main theme from one of them comes up and it makes me think of them all. Being that I was on a train, looking out the window at the rain, it definitely brought me back to that time. I decided you all need to be brought there too. That’s the loose connection to looking out the train window today, which inspired this post. I told you it was loose, don’t be mad…

One last note on trains I want to cover. Anyone else like looking in peoples yards and making up a little life for them for a brief moment as you quickly roll by? I’ve visited a place with a pool in Florida that is on the Brightline track a few times in the past. I didn’t let this location stop me from lounging with the tittys out. That’s for sure! 

Nothing like people watching, eh?