People at this time are either more generous or rude. Watching these people is a blast. I enjoy seeing how they react around others.
When I do this, I see how the old man in the parking lot goes all the way around to open up the door for the old woman sitting in the passenger seat, the young girl rolls her eyes as people take a long time in front of her in the isles, the little girl wants her mom's attention but her mother is too busy talking on the phone, the "gangsta" boys walking into a store in a large group and all leaving at the same time just a few minutes later even though one wanted to buy something, the teenager in the business suit walking around to find a ride because his family can't afford a car, and the man that works extremely hard on something and leaves the room and is talked badly about right afterwards.
Each of these people have reasoning for doing the things that they do.
The old man seemed like a true gentleman when he did that for his mistress. The one thing I payed close to during this was that she waited for him to go all the way around to open the door. It must have been something he did often. She seemed irritated on how long it took him to go around though, which was the only sad part about it. It was as though she had full control over him.
The young woman that rolled her eyes seemed highly irritated with everything around me, or she could have been in a hurry. There was another checkout line open if she wanted to use it. She rolled her eyes continuously as the elderly woman was trying to count her money and get on her way. It was sad seeing the way she acted around them, but little did she realize that would be her someday.
The little girl trying to get her mother's attention was the one that hurt me the most. It was so sad to see a little girl try that hard for attention. She just wanted to show her mother a pair of shoes that she wanted for Christmas. I must say that little girl was adorable. Her face is what broke my heart. She looked so sad when her mother snapped at her and started talking on the phone more.
The "gangstas" were the ones I got the biggest kick out of. They were pretending to be really tough when everyone knows they really aren't. I go to college with a couple of them and they are as sweet as pie when you really get to know them separately. The one that stuck around longer is one I have a class with. He said hi quickly as he caught up with the rest of his posse.
The teenager walking around in the business suit is a very nice guy. I met him the first day of classes. He seems so nice, and I then learned a lot about him. He told me that his family has money problems and that's why he tries to look his best. He wants to become wealthy to help those he cares about the most. He is very genuine and highly caring. Whenever I see him, I always have to say hello and ask if he needs anything.
The man that is spoken about behind his back is constantly working on everything. He is even lucky to be alive. The lady that talks bad behind him just makes more work for him. It is truly sad. Who would do that to someone that tries to work that hard to help others? He constantly is working with community to better it. He is always there to help his peers as well including the woman that talks badly about him. To me, I find him very helpful and enjoyable if you get to know him. I truly love working with him. The lady that talks badly about him just needs to shut her fucking mouth and if she has a problem with the group that he runs, then she should just leave it.
I know I am highly opinionated with these things that happen, but I cant help myself sometimes. Each of these things make me think about how I act around other people. What I noticed though, is that I don't act around others. I become nothing. I become invisible. It's as though I am not there. I tend to show people that they need not to become something that they aren't in front of others. When I do this, I get people to relax their body and be themselves. I am not sure how I do the whole invisibility thing, but I do. I even got Army dudes to freak out a bit. No one can figure me out when I become unreadable. Which is something I love that I notice about myself.
