I took a train recently.
I just want to say one thing: I LOVE strangers.
When I'm in public, I often zone out and just stare at strangers. I love listening into their conversations & watching their faces. I love talking to them (but I rarely do). I love figuring out their problems. I don't even know why! I just think it's fascinating. People are brilliant and interesting and amazing and beautiful and ugly and... ahh.
They also have the tendency to think you're a creep when you walk around taking pictures of them.
I truly would love to just watch somebody go about his life. I would love to follow somebody's life, hear his/her conversations, learn his/her deepest secrets, learn about his/her fears and wants, learn about who (s)he and who (s)he thinks (s)he is and who people think (s)he is...
...but that would make me a stalker. That is frowned upon in most areas of our society.
I feel like a creeper. Does anybody share this fascination with people... or is it just me?
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In other news... I need to think of things to put in this blog. I feel like my day-to-day life is too boring to write about all the time.
Love my CTY friends. My life is pretty great, as of late.
Music is amazing.
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I have to give a mini-dedication to Jason- I mean David, too.
It is a shame, how it is frowned upon to obsess over the doings of random strangers.
ReplyDeleteI understand completely. There are so many people in the world, and to think that each of them is as complex as ourselves is at time, overwhelming. I feel an urge to know each and every one of them. Sometimes when I am on the bus/train I am filled with the urge to follow someone and see where they are going, and try to know them.
We should do that one day. Just choose someone of the street and try to learn their story.
YOU'RE NOT A CREEPER WIFEY