Primavera: things around me and thoughts in my head

there are two guys and seven girls.  of those girls, four are standing around the two guys, giggling, sometimes so much they are snorting. nine different laughs occurring at the same time, yet there is no distinguishing difference.  they all resonate with the same tone and chuckle; almost as if they've practiced before.  flip-flops, red high heels, ballet flats, wedges.  random hair flips and behind-the-ear tucks. re-situating of clothes - pulling jeans up and shirts down. hands on hips or x-crossed in front.  the awareness of slouching is corrected by shoulders being pushed back, only to relax and slouch again in thirty seconds.  guys become awkward, step back, lean against the counter, exchange a few words as the girls group together in a semi-circle fashion and gossip on their own for a few minutes.  and then, either one guy or girl addresses another topic of conversation, and the dance begins again.  so fluid, yet awkward...and annoying as heck to watch.

the three girls left out of this circus (me included) are each at her own table, with her own Mac and coffee mug and saucer.  typing, scrolling, searching - every so often glancing up to observe.  these other two are obviously still in school; binders, notebooks, index cards spilling over the edges of space that remains on these small rectangular tables.

and then: me...doing what i do. observe and analyze, analyze and observe.  glad that i'm not in any of these others' shoes.  content in my converse, knee torn jeans, and graphic tee.

happy i have emerged from school life, glad i don't giggle or snort, relieved i don't have to wear heels on a saturday or worry about looking 'pretty.'  

my only worry is the illuminating structure to the right of my head; to remember to dodge this yellow glass orb hanging when i rise from this hard chair.  it is so oddly placed, the only dangling light in the shoppe; yet, it fits.  i am it and it is me.  a sense of belonging without being included, a contentedness that is not easily sensed, that might actually be seen as awkwardness to the outside eye.  to which i'm perfectly fine.