The other day I went out to dinner with my family. As usual I stared out the window with my headphones in, blocking out everything around me and merely pondering the meaning of life.
As I sat there we pulled onto the freeway and I began to look at all the people driving to who knows where.
I wondered, what their stories were and suddenly I was making up a story for everyone I saw.
Maybe a mom going to pick up her kid and friends from the mall.
Maybe a dad coming home from work. Speeding a little bit because he wanted to see his kids before bedtime.
Maybe a girl going to see her long distance boyfriend she hasn't seen in a month.
Then, I saw this girl swaying out the line getting close to the wall, I'm sure it was texting or a little bit of drowsy driving, but my mind immediately went into a downward spiral.
Maybe it was a girl who was contemplating running into the concrete median because she just didn't care anymore, and wanted it to be over.
Maybe this man was going to cheat on his wife.
Maybe this woman just had a terrible fight with her husband and drove away because she couldn't handle it.
Maybe that guy just got let go from his job.
Maybe this girl just lost on of her parents and is driving to his funeral.
You never know what could be going on in others lives. I sat and realized this, and it made me wonder what terrible things had happened in this world to people.
And then a thought occurred to me.
What do people think when they look at me. Could they possibly guess me in a glance?
Some depressed looking chick staring out a window as her family conversed behind her.
Was she a stubborn bitch?
Was she the outcast in the family?
Who knows?
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