Here I sit amidst the consumer culture; Starbucks.
Im not sure what possessed me to go here, its been over a year since ive set foot in one.
I purchase a venti - iced passion tea, shaken. Its repeated a haute-voix, and then I charge $2.65 to my Debit.
I've been here a thousand times before it seems, then I stoped. I stoped when I stopped supporting a consumption driven culture. Now I sit here, and watch, sip on a venti-iced passion tea, shaken, and observe all that surrounds me.
Two older spanish ladies have a conversation about the reinvention of life, and love.
Two older french couple sipping moccha lattes, talking english to their grandson who wants a gym membership for his birthday, his grandfather tries explaining that they bought an extra big present for him for chirstmas, so as to not get him anything for his Bday. The boy wants half a membership anyway...
An elderly chinese lady enters covered from head to toe in white animal fur. And teen style platform highheel shoes.
Barbie and Ken enter, well, i dont know their real names, but I can bet it was a big name brand company that dressed them this morning. I hope they're are getting paid for being so fashion coordinated together.
Roxy, roxy, quicksilver, roxy... maybe I am out of fade but it seems like this is the only brand worn by our generation these days!
It is a giddy environment, everyone touting their new books they just purchased. Re-uniting with families for a quick grande machiato mocha latte...
Shouts of 'ole' randomly coming from the bar.
This is the part of the blog when I go off about 3rd world poverty and injustice.
But I wont, instead I will just appretiate the jungle I find myself in.
Starbucks is a place of re-kindling spirits, in an environment that make people feel good about themselves. For friends and family to catch up, girlfriends to gossip about their weeks, grandparents and grandchildren to reunite in converging worlds; and for a reflective student of the world to regain root in a land he now feels more than ever removed from.