zero to hero.

there is a man sitting in borders. he wears headphones, he reads his email. he is surrounded by others. there are no empty seats around.

he is air-drumming. he is drumming on his table. you can tell he's really into the song(s). at first, a wave of embarrassment floods my being as my empathy is kicked into overdrive. i think, "stop! don't! you're committing social suicide!" but then i look around and realize that everybody is in their own head. maybe they notice him, maybe they don't. but if they do, they're hiding it well. so then i think, "wow, dude. you're pretty incredible. i wish i was able to unashamedly display my passions like you. you're my new hero."