Eavesdropping Series: Love Edition

Since I always eat on my own, I get to be more aware of my environment and the people in it. I realize that people tend to have very interesting things to talk about and I will hear because I am sitting next to them. They are not shy about it so I sometimes just listen to their conversations. Sometimes, I get to have a few chuckles about it. I thought that it'd be nice to share it with my friends on snapchat.

So, I started my own series which includes my selfies captioned with information from the conversations I overhear. I never take pictures of the people that I eavesdrop on. No names are included either.

So here's the set that just happened 15 minutes ago.

When I am in a corner deliberately

Hi, my name is Tryphena.

My talents include redirecting conversation topics to food 

and making people feel uncomfortable with my probing questions about their life.

I am not here to meet people, 

Notice how I am standing in the corner,

avoiding contact with everyone else at all costs.

I am simply here because I am supposed to

or I'm doing a favor for a friend.

I do not wish to participate in your discussion of the weather,

or the debate of whether the iPhone 6 bends "for real".

We have two seasons, raining and hell.

It is not rocket science

and definitely not a good ice breaker.

Oh, did you know it rained today?

OH MY GOD, REALLY?

and here's a tip,

don't bend anything that is not supposed to be bended.

Don't get me wrong, 

I am a nice person but

if I am in the corner deliberately and you invade that space,

you better have interesting things to say. 

I am in this corner for a reason.

If small talk is the only thing that you've got,

don't take offense when I make an excuse to go to the toilet and never come back.

I would usually stay and chat but 

if I am in a corner, people watching, 

please leave me alone.

Unless you've come to join me in judging people by their covers for fun,

then by all means.

Day 1 of 30 Day Poem Challenge: Write a poem where each line starts with a letter from your first name.

Trying to walk across my room, nope, just walked into the fan.
Right in the middle of the room, not sure how it got there.
You must know, I am not a neat person
Probably because I don't like moving from my bed a lot.
Heaven knows that I'll never leave my bed
Even if, I am hungry or I need to pee
Never mind, at least I didn't fall, crack my head open and die
And that will most likely be my last words, if I were to die young.

Challenge Day 7: Write Poetry: about your heart—not what it does or who it loves, but the odd and weird stuff it is made of

The heart, you see,
it's a peculiar thing.
It is made out of the same things that help our arms move,
but yet, it beats by itself.

I don't get it, how does walls of muscles,
the same things we eat if it's on a cow,
move by itself?
I heard it's very tough, this muscle.
The shape is about the size of our fist,
dont'cha know?

After googling, I found out
the human heart is indeed the size of our fist
but it is pear-shaped.
See, pears are good for our health,
our hearts, pffttt, same thing.

I was also informed that
this muscle, the ones we eat if it's on a cow,
is special with a name of myocardium.
Similar to us when we cover ourselves over the head with a blanket,
the heart has a double-layered pouch,
in which smart people who discovered it had named it a pericardium,
instead of just calling it a heart pouch.
I think they just like to sound smart.
If you ask me what is this pouch for,
I'm guessing that it's to protect the heart's money
or it's for the same reason
we bury ourselves in a blanket when we were six.