Move Along, Move Along, Like I Know You Do

Lyrics from a song I've heard recently. The title has nothing to do with anything.

Last night, I came home from work in a melancholy mood. I just felt blah and depressed. I couldn't even tell you why. The dreary rain probably didn't help. So my roommate and I decided to go out and do something. We went to Panera bread at Sandhills and had supper. Then we walked in the mist to the Books-A-Million. We went our separate ways almost immediately to browse for a while. I LOVE magazines. I really do. I love books too, but I have a strange connection with magazines. I think it's my short attention span. Anyway, I found myself moping along the back wall of magazines and thinking about how many magazines there are for all different types of people. I looked at the people walking around the magazines. A dad pushing a stroller of a sleeping baby, a sports junkie, a middle-aged woman scouring the home improvement mags... I thought about how dowdy I must look. Jeans, blue and white button up shirt, gray sweater, and a baseball cap - I looked like a bag lady. And I wonder why I don't meet more people. I think I have body issues, but I might be scaring people off subconsciously with my homeless person attire. I have to think about that. Anyway, it was a nice evening of book/magazine browsing and people watching. Usually this would be where I insert my deep thought about this event, but today, I want to just be. No deep thoughts. I've been thinking WAY too much lately.