Observations

I have this thing. When I'm in teh car, I tend to observe. Well, actually, scratch that; I observe everywhere. But especially in the car. I mean, it's amazing the people you see.As I am sitting in my car as I drive to school, hundreds of people's lives are passing me by. Some of them, I can get a snapshot of their life. Whether they are a student at the community college that I pass by each morning, a gardener, a bum, a "gangsta", a kid like me, a soccer mom, a businessman, a trashy girl with big earrings and chonga hair. Living in South Florida, I basically see everyone your parents have told you to stay away from since you were about 5. All grouped into one long stretch of road which hundreds travel each morning.

It's amazing, though. As I see these people, I think of myself in their lives. WHO are they? What are their secrets? It's sort of like that cool book "Post Secret", where everyone writes in their secrets anonymously. Except I'm on the other end, imagining their secrets, kind of inventing them myself. People's lives are crazy.

I think, somebody, I'm going to write a book about something like that. Different people's lives, thoughts, as they interact with one another but not really interacting. More like coexisting than actually taking an active role in the person's life. Anyways. Yeah. Observations.