Sometimes I look around and see all the stereotypes of my generation.

In a local coffee shop, I like to watch college students.

One is the typical annoying girl, talking very loud, using many hand gestures, and very, very insecure. She is having a colorful conversation with an Asian American, whom, one can easily tell was adopted by some rich white family out of pity. And yes, I am making this assumption because two tables up are two real Asians, talking only with themselves. Behind me are the artistic types. You know, the ones who work minimum wage jobs, and complain about the 50’s and 100 dollar bills they have break. Discussing which upcoming movie they should see because it is supposed to be the next hip thing.

Then there is the fat girl talking to the happy couple. You can tell that the whole third wheel is getting to her, as she pretends to enjoy her moments in conversation. She secretly wants the guy across from her, but he is too shallow to see her true beauty.

And gracefully is the musician, going from table to table listening to stories, looking at old pictures, planning his life as the attractive man with mediocre guitar skills. He is a natural blonde; never see them get into any trouble in Hollywood.

Then there are the two that say nothing, just checking their cell phones periodically in a trance. The all black attire works for Goths; I don’t think it does well in this sense.

Each states that they should not eat, but does anyways. Bone thin, waiting to sneak back to the dorm room and purge silently while listening to an ipod. Giggling, the retro tight black pants squeeze more brain cells loose, as there fingers do the walking into an elaborate text message. All of a sudden, one looks angry when making a phone call. The serious face, the popped out eyes and the rising volume trigger me to look away. Making eye contact is forbidden…maybe my generation has changed.