My first impression of the boy standing in line with a handful of junk food was that he was a stoner who had the munchies. The black skinny jeans that were loose on his thin legs had multiple stains adorning the material. The white on his shoes were clad in dirt and had skid marks. My first thought was the stranger in front of me was a messy eater or didn't wash their clothes much. Though, what stood out the most wasn't the fact that he was wearing a Pink Floyd shirt but the long strands of honey brown hair that hung down to his flat chest. In all his hair was longer than mine and positioned in a disheveled fashion. As the line grew shorter, his face remained stoic and lost in deep thought. He was too high in his mind to really pay attention to his surroundings and it was evident by looking at his squinted eyes barely opened. The thought that this was a normal routine for him entered my mind. Get lost to Pink Floyd, have a journey to the gas station for some snacks and munch on them until the cravings go away. Yeah, this is most likely a usual thing. The vibe of it being true was just oozing out of him in bright, neon letters saying “I'm super stoned right now”.
The pretentious clerk who was taking her sweet time ringing people up at the counter glanced at the boy for a moment too long. Probably noticing his slightly unusual look as well. This made me realize that I wasn't the only one who did a double take and this surely opened my eyes to how quickly us mundanes are to pick up on anything that is remotely different. The longer I looked at the wallflower boy in front of me the more the stereotype crumpled apart around his frame. The way he stood firm in the small line showed how he stood his ground about the way he looked. Other people's opinions did not seem to matter to him. As he put his items on the counter he did not greet the cashier and neither did she. He did not seem to mind not being engaged in small talk and the more I looked at him the more I realized that more people should be like him. To have confidence to sport your own style out in the open and be yourself without caring for another's judgement because in the end it does not matter anyways.