There is nothing I like better than people watching. Today was filled with great people watching. First, at the Indianapolis Airport, there was a mass exodus of Scentsy representatives who were heading home from their convention in various levels of bedazzled garb. Then, at the Dallas Airport there was a nice mix of all sorts of people to watch. Finally, getting to New Orleans and the Hyatt meant more people to observe. I like trying to figure out the story behind the person the best I can in the moment that I get to see them. Chances are that I will never see these people again in my life, but for that brief moment we shared a space and time in our lives and an experience of some sort.
My mind often drifts to the things that stand out about the people that I see. Sometimes it is a haircut, an outfit, a tattoo, a piercing, wrinkles, or a gait that tells me a story about that person. It doesn't matter if the story that I make up about them is true or not because they won't ever interact with me.
One guy who was seated on the plane next to me today was very conversational (almost flirty), and we were talking about Dallas Ft. Worth Airport and I mentioned that the last time I was there was the day that Sandy Hook happened. He said something like, "You always remember where you are when tragedy happens." I think that is true, but I wonder why I don't remember where I was when the happiness in my life has happened. It is seared in my brain where I was and what I was doing when 9-11 occured, when I discovered that an ex cheated on me, when my sister called and told me she had lupus, when my grandpa died, etc... However, I don't remember the first time that my husband said "I love you", or when I got accepted to a graduate program, or when I accepted a job offer or other major happy milestones in my life. It is like the "scars" are always there, but the "kisses" in life don't leave a permanent mark like those traumatic events. I need more kisses with stay-put lipstick, I guess.
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