After my post yesterday, I really didn't have a choice today but to follow my own advice and consciously notice the people around me.
And as uplifting and soul-enriching as that was, it also reminded me why I don't do it all the time: it's a lot to take in. In just the five minutes it took me to walk from my office to get lunch, I was bombarded with a million different types of people.
Okay, maybe not a million types. More like twenty:
- The girl who is clearly underprepared for the weather. “Maybe if I wear this denim jacket, Spring will happen.”
- The girl who is clearly over-prepared for the weather, always ready in case she’s unexpectedly asked to complete a space mission.
- The guy who obviously doesn’t know where he’s going. The ol’ “look at my phone, slap my forehead, and turn around because I just had a very unexpected and sudden change in plans” trick isn't fooling anyone, pal.
- The girl who knows exactly where she’s going. And you’re in the way.
- The girl who just walked out of L.A. Tan. No but seriously, I'm sure everyone will assume it's natural.
- The guy who just walked out of Trader Joe's. And don't those sea salt-dusted organic Edamame crisps look delicious?
- The European. Or else the guy who was sick on "Left and Right" day in kindergarten. Either way, he's walking on the wrong side of the sidewalk.
- The runner. Experiencing the frustration of city crosswalks at twice the speed of everyone else.
- The guy rapping to the song in his headphones out loud. Such talent wasted on public transportation.
- The girl carrying way too many shopping bags. But she just really needed a new pair of jeans, watercolor paint, body lotion, a few new movies, 23 blank CDs, and something from Express!
- The important business man wearing a long coat. "I don't have time for cold ankles."
- The girl who thought she could walk in heels. “No really, guys, this is totally more comfortable than it looks.”
- The mother. “Philip, how many times do I have to tell you, the gum under the bus seats is not for eating!”
- The twenty-something girl wearing Hunter boots, a North Face jacket, and carrying a Longchamp bag. All 56 of them.
- The lady discussing something too personal on her phone. Can you believe Rhonda’s nerve though? I’d have knocked her down a few notches too.
- The kid who is a little too involved with his smartphone. There’s a pole there.
- The tourist. “Would you look at that pigeon-poop covered dumpster lid, Doris! They just don’t make them like this in Rhode Island!”
- The Asian tourist. For the sake of politically incorrect stereotypes.
- The lady who has unsuccessfully been trying to hail a cab for twenty minutes and is moments away from a public meltdown. Does anyone really know how the Chicago taxi system works, anyway?
- The kind of creepy girl who is paying just a little bit too much attention to everyone she passes. "But it’s for the blog!"
Happy St. Paddy's Day Weekend-Eve!
Toast your Irish forefathers with a traditional green Miller Lite.
Want more tea? Have a second cup!
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