Two Boys: Both Normal, Both Strange

Incontrovertible proof that the male is different than the female

Imagine two teen girls, or two women for that matter, coming in together and sitting in chairs at a Starbucks … and saying absolutely nothing for 15 minutes.

That takes a whole lotta imagination, doesn’t it, because it’s not likely to happen. 

Two boys, or two men for that matter, coming in together and sitting in chairs at a Starbucks … and saying absolutely nothing for 15 minutes?  Pretty normal really.

That’s what’s normal about these two guys

I arrive at the Starbucks on Ventu Park Road in Newbury Park, California just minutes after their 5 a.m. opening, and two teenaged boys—I’m guessing 14 or 15 years old—are camped out in two of the easy chairs, mostly staring into space. That much is normal.

And there’s the crumbs of a consumed Starbucks Danish on the small table between them, and they’re both sipping beverages they probably bought next door at the supermarket: a Kool Aid and a chocolate milk.  Normal teen boy diet, right?

For the next 15 minutes, neither teen says a word.  They are clearly companions. But other than the occasional glance at the other by the less confident looking one, they share nothing but the atmosphere.  And their taste for slacker attire.  Mostly, they just stare at the other customers or stare out the window or stare into space.

Again, not so strange—neither for two teen boys nor for many of us males.  The need to fill the silence with chatter just seems so unnecessary.

But here’s what’s not so normal

As I’ve said, these were 14- or 15-year-old boys.  And I mentioned that they were here at 5 a.m., right?

That’s weird.

They didn’t look homeless, which would make it not so weird; I’ve seen many a younger person at the Eagle Rock Starbucks dying to get in at opening because they were cold or wet or needed the bathroom.  Or were strung out.

But how many teens do you know that get up in time to see the sun rise?  And even those who stay up ridiculously late (normal) are usually nodding off long before sunrise, so I doubt that these boys were returning from a late night party. So, that was strange.

And like, where are their parents, for instance?

But here’s the strangest part…

While they were clearly 14 or 15, they both had the faces of adults.  Or rather, their faces looked like I could easily imagine they will look when they are in their 40s or 50s.  Scary.  Or at least haunting.

One was a redhead with a buzz cut.  Sharp, sharp features.  Gaunt.  Bony.  With hard, steely eyes, except when he glanced at the other teen.  Then, his eyes reflected a subservience.  A lack of confidence, at least.

The other boy had a Grecian look—the facial structure and black hair.  He was a bit overweight, but his face had the shape of fat man.  The chubby cheeks to match his future body. 

While there may be similarities between how we look as teens and how we look in our middle or late years, there’s normally much more that’s different than similar—enough so that I find it difficult to imagine how most teens will look at, say 50 or 55. 

But not these guys.  They were like preformed adults, facially.  Like caricatures of their future selves.  Red’s going to be a mechanic, I figure. And his tubbier buddy?  A financial analyst.

Finally, after about 18 minutes of shared silence, the dark haired boy speaks!

“Ready to go?”

Red nods.  Without another word—and without cleaning up their food trash—they got up and left.

Pretty normal stuff.  By two teens with abnormal faces.


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1 Response to Two Boys: Both Normal, Both Strange

  1. Richard says:

    When my mother was alive, she used to like to go to places, sit, and just watch people as they walk by. This incident would have really intrigued her.

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