September 3, 2004

• Daydreaming… 
  

   

  
  

  Finally some down time relaxing, thumbing through the latest issue of national geographic. Everyone in the place was doing something. Most were reading, a few writing. One guy was not doing anything, not anything at all. He just sat there with sunglasses looking forward. It seemed kind of odd, out of place, it shouldn’t have, it was a nice sunny day in this huge city. And it should be perfectly normal for someone to just sit and think, like I did. It was curious though! Hard to tell a person”s state when you cant see their eyes. Was he napping? Or counting the number of people walking by; 345, 346, … waiting patiently for the next person to walk by. Was he slowly falling in love with the girl with her back to him? She had just the right amount of imperfection to hook a person that sees perfection in average! Not too little, not too much. We probably develop feelings for anything if we look at it long enough, specially things that are silent. Try it out; stare at a rock for 10 minutes. You start noticing things, beautiful things; curves, dimples, edges, shapes, figures .. the object takes on a character. But what about her? Is she gentle? Does she purr like a kitten when she sleeps? Does she love artichoke hearts? All this stuff could be snailing through his mind. Or was it something else all together? Was he thinking “this woman to my left is looking at me and I bet she’s going to start writing something. She would have to or feel out of place just sitting there, not reading her magazine. She probably has a diary, maybe even a weblog. She might even think that I’m fixated on this girl’s bare shoulder in front of me. Does she know she is writing about her through me? should I tell her? ‘excuse me, this woman to my left keeps looking at me, and since I’m looking forward she probably thinks that I’m staring at you. How do you feel about that? Does that bother u? Do u want me to stop? But I wasn’t staring, she was thinking that I was. Does that matter? Weather you are in my mind or in her or anyone else’s in this place? Do you feel divided or spread out? Being in multiple places at the same time? Not being responsible or in control of what you are doing at all these virtual places? God knows what she’s thinking in her sick little head! Do you want her to stop? ‘excuse me, can u stop writing about me? she doesn’t like it very much. the fact that you think she is imperfect offends her. She doesn’t like people highlighting her flaws, let alone writing about them. she Once scorned at someone for opening the door for her and she actually does not like to be called a lady. So could u kindly stop?””
  
  

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