yah, 112523

I like watching people.
You can understand a lot of a person just by watching them act in their space.

I like stories.
They don’t have to be complicated, they just have to be. And be someone’s.

I don’t necessarily like people.
They are noisy and nosy. Two things I absolutely hate.

But I do like watching them.
Observing how they behave, how they talk.

I like imagining background stories.
How did they end up here? Why are they saying that thing?

Sometimes I’m torn between the imagining and the knowing. I’m not sure which one is better. It’s kind of like watching  a painting: you have your own interpretation of it, do you really want to spoil it by knowing what the artist originally intended? What if you imagine great things and then the reality is disappointing?

I think maybe it’s a caring thing. Like, if you care about something then you want to know what is actually behind it. It works with people, too. And people, they express themselves in million different ways. How they dress, their accessories, piercings, tattoos, facial expressions, glances, fidgets, their tones, the moves of their bodies. It takes a lot to get to know someone. To really get to know them, to the point where you understand every single small thing. And even then something happens and you just don’t know what they are thinking.
Sometimes I don’t know what I am thinking. How could I know what others think.