In Amsterdam

As people, by nature, we're strange. And thus our interactions and relationships with other people are equally as strange . And even more, our experiences with other people that we don't know are even stranger. Granted, sometimes our days go by relatively free of weird interactions, but those tend to be the days that we spend the majority of our time alone. Right?

Luckily, I really enjoy taking note of awkward moments. Today's being the presence of overly sexual music in a cafe.

Have you ever experienced trying to read while listening to "sexual healing"? I have. It's difficult, because the song is just so catchy. It's almost painful not to sing along or dance, but you can't because you're in a cafe...surrounded by people you don't know, though who most likely are also singing Marvin Gaye in their own heads and definitely tapping their feet. And then you think of the words to the song going through everyone's heads in the cafe ("I'm hot just like an oven...") and try terribly hard not to make eye contact with the older man across the table. The tension in the room is hilarious.

I suppose, following closely behind in awkwardness is the absence of music in a cafe. It's hard to win.