people amaze me
existential right? no not really... people watching is one of those things that people like to say that they find fascinating and that "they could spend all day long doing" when in actuality they are just doing what everyone else in the whole world is doing when their friend is 17 minuets late to pick them up from starbucks. but really, on the t there was this guy. he was sexually ambiguous with a facial piercing and a guitar case. it had a weird mixture of cliche band and possibly ironic religious bumper stickers on it and he held it in such a way that he knew it drew attention to himself. for some reason i really wanted to hate this guy. he just seemed like i should hate him and yet...i didn't. in fact i wanted to know him and ask him about his music. ask him about his music??? what? i never fall for that, but that day i did. obviously i didn't ask him, but i wanted to. before i knew it i had gone from kenmore to park street with my attention not once being diverted from this man. and that is when i had my epiphany. this guitar playing, military cap wearing, dave matthews band loving, man had a life and a family and regrets and secrets and a passion. and he had no idea that i was analyzing them. so of course i wondered, "who is analyzing me"
