criticaloversite

Showing new people my apartment is always a strange treat, especially when it comes down to my room. The eclectic blend of nic-naks sitting about my desk, two six foot book shelves loaded to the point of over flowing with reading material, a collection of keys, each hanging on it's own tack on the wall in seemingly random locations; these are what you're liable to see first. People tend to come in here and look around for awhile like they're investigating a crime scene, trying to figure out what happened. They're afraid to touch or move anything but curious if the group of fruit scented candles on the tv can offer any clues about what I do in my spare time.

I've got to tell you, I love watching the process. Not because of any vanity I might have left over from my former days, but because I enjoy watching people put their minds to work, even if they don't realize they're doing it. They could come up with assumptions about me that are completely wrong, I don't care. Just so long as they tried to come up with something by paying a bit more attention to the environment around them than usual.