Random Observations

In my life I have met hundreds and thousands of people and I love observing them all. There are so many things that I have picked up on by watching--my favorite is to find out things my friends will do. I have one friend who loves to tell me stories and I can always tell what is going on in her life because the stories she tells become more descriptive the closer they parallel her life. It's also true with the parts of the stories that come with explaining how she feels. This has always fascinated me.
There are though, certain people who abuse that they can see other’s weaknesses. After leading them on and gaining a trust with you, they begin to talk as a friend to you, giving you advice in such a way that is really just one insult after another. I'm sure this is weak attempt to build themselves up. I once gained a friend who did this to me and I am glad I realized it before he hurt me too badly emotionally. He instantly drove into our friendship asking me personal questions that didn’t push me away but made me believe that he sincerely cared for me.
People truly fascinate me. The way everyone reacts differently to a same situation, the way people present themselves to others, the way that one forms an opinion-- it all maddens my imagination and I love to think and figure out how everyone works.
Right now I am sitting at a table across from someone who fits the BYU pretty boy stereotype perfectly. Great gelled hair, an fashionable Aeropostal shirt, jeans with perfectly placed holes--obviously purchased that way. He just got off the phone with someone and it seemed like a very serious conversation. Now he is sitting silently listening to the piano playing in the background and staring off with his arms crossed with a completely blank look on his face. I cannot tell if it is sorrow, remorse, worry, anger, or just lack of interest that makes him so taciturn. It is people like these, along with the eccentric and overly flamboyant people, that make me want to write millions of novels.
I find myself looking at strange people much too often and telling those with me that I want to write about them. This often freaks them out and I hope I haven’t done the same to you in this blog. I love people! I wish there were more to see, remember, and capture in my mind.