glimpses

every once in a while when i'm out and about in the world, this weird thing comes over me where i'll look at the person i'm passing, or see someone through the window of their house, or their car....or maybe i'll read a random blog of someone i rarely talk to or haven't talked to in ages, or hear a piece of a conversation as i walk by a table...and i'll wonder what's going on in their head, what hidden secrets are laying waste of their hearts, or what quiet joys they are treasuring, or if they are bored, or if they are having a pithy realization about something profound

or whatever.

i don't know why it's strange, but it is, when i remember that everyone else's life is just as detailed as mine. like the individuals outside my own immediate world just aren't very real or full to me unless i make a conscious effort to remember them as such.

i know that made very little sense at all, but that's often what comes out naturally, unlike the semi-premeditated structured cheese found in the post below. when i don't rein it in, my brain flies around illogically, irrationally, and most of all non-linearly, just to spite me sometimes, i think :) but i kinda like it like that (most times) because it keeps me entertained..


definitely going to stop the rambling now




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ps, i've noticed my readers pretty much *suck* at commenting...does that mean i'm supposed to comment on other people's more? or just make more friends who are as stuck on blogging as myself...