Rolling on the highway
So, yesterday, my friends and I are cruising down I-10 headed East to go South to arrive in Lee County to spend the weekend. My co-pilot is staring intently at all the people in the cars that pass by. When I say stare, I mean she analyzes the facial expressions, the other occupants in the car, the observable tone of the words they are saying, and whatever else catches her interest. This triggers the memory of the co-pilot for my previous road trip who did/does the same thing. Don't get me wrong, I am in full support of observing the world around you (especially when it is passing by so quickly on the other side of a car window) but, my friends like to test the boundaries.
It's funny how you can observe so much about someone during the twenty seconds you pass them on the highway. It helps if there are bumper stickers to add to the personalities and potential life stories you may build for them in your imagination. You, ma'am, are naive if you think that you're Shih Tzu is smarter than anyone's honor student. And you, sir, should not be proud to cover the back window of your truck with an obnoxious, and potentially offensive, Confederate flag. Anyway, whether it be an old man singing his heart out to some music you can't hear or a little kid in a baseball uniform staring out the back window of the Volvo, there seems to be enough in such a small glance to wonder and invent about.
Maybe is it just my bizarro friends and I that take pleasure in creating intricate stories about the people we see on the highway or walking by on campus. Either way, I find such pleasure in exercising imagination; you just have to be wary of who you make eye contact with in the process. We have found that people might really dislike being stared at, or else they find that eye contact warrants an invite to exit the highway with them.
Also, I survived my first tattoo. It was insanely painful and completely worth it.
Cheers to wonderful weather.
It's funny how you can observe so much about someone during the twenty seconds you pass them on the highway. It helps if there are bumper stickers to add to the personalities and potential life stories you may build for them in your imagination. You, ma'am, are naive if you think that you're Shih Tzu is smarter than anyone's honor student. And you, sir, should not be proud to cover the back window of your truck with an obnoxious, and potentially offensive, Confederate flag. Anyway, whether it be an old man singing his heart out to some music you can't hear or a little kid in a baseball uniform staring out the back window of the Volvo, there seems to be enough in such a small glance to wonder and invent about.
Maybe is it just my bizarro friends and I that take pleasure in creating intricate stories about the people we see on the highway or walking by on campus. Either way, I find such pleasure in exercising imagination; you just have to be wary of who you make eye contact with in the process. We have found that people might really dislike being stared at, or else they find that eye contact warrants an invite to exit the highway with them.
Also, I survived my first tattoo. It was insanely painful and completely worth it.
Cheers to wonderful weather.