Oct 01, 2009 09:02
It's been a little more than a week since the last time I wrote here, yet it felt like a little more than a decade ago. Every day has its hills and dips, and I'm just stuck along for the ride, careening out of control towards midterms.
Sitting on the steps of Dodd, I see a little bit of myself in every person that's walks by. Each person has a story, a mini-adventure I'll never know, just like mine which they'll never fully know. But just like I am one with everyone, we are none all together, and I feel like there is no one out there who's every curve on their fingerprint matches mine.
Sitting in front of Dodd, I realize this has been a pretty big week, a stepping stone to my life. There's things I realized, and things I didn't want to realize.
Sitting in front of Dodd, I see the same people. The guy with the blonde hair and face of a 4 year old, the girl who always sits not too far from me, always reading her book, and the slightly oversized asian kid who always wears plain, solid color shirts. I'm an observer and it's what I do. People watching should be considered an art. Like a painting, each person's every step, every word, every breathe tells a story. But these paintings look back at you, and notice you too. They change their brush strokes sometime.
Out of the loop,
Michael.