Benches and Such

So I have this obsession with park benches. I love looking at photography of all kinds, (no, not porn. That is a given) but when I see a pretty picture, and there is an empty park bench there I could just look at it forever. The bench has to be empty. Which could be recognizant of a few things.

It could appeal to me because I can appreciate simple things, sometimes even minimalist art if I�m in the right mood. Maybe it�s the plainness that draws me in.

Or. Its because I like to just sit sometimes outside and do nothing. You know� Just observe. I�d like to be in any of these places and just enjoy it.

Then there�s option number three. If I were only concerned with sitting, you�d think a chair would be just fine. But I HATE pictures where there is just a chair, or rocking chair, or basically any picture where there is only room for one person. I think I have this fascination with benches because not only would I like to be in that place, I�d like to be there with someone.

Who needs dr. Phil. I�ve just had a breakthrough. I�m sick of being the only person on the bench. When I look at an empty bench, there is always the possibility for it to be filled with me and someone else.

Unless a homeless person lays down there. Tangent. Anyway. If a girl sits on that bench with me, I would be pissed. I think I�m subconsciously saving that seat for Mr. Right. Not the relief society president. I am not on that bench because I need a friend, so back off.

And there we have it. The bench is empty. I don�t want to sit there unless it�s with someone I know I want to be next to. And that empty bench is full of possibilities.