Wednesday, August 7, 2013

In the shadows

People pass by without a glance. Some see me, and yet they don't see me. Some see through me. Some walk around in their own world. It's as if am not really there. I look at these people and try to guess their stories. That's my favorite pastime. Is she happy or sad? Is he having an affair? Is she thinking about her future child? Are they lovers or friends? Oh what an obnoxious kid, his mother should teach him some manners! Did his girlfriend just ditch him? Poor kid, he's an orphan, must be missing his parents. How did he lose all his money and become a drunkard? Was she abused by her husband?
So many stories. Some happy, some sad. Some that stay with me, while others are meant to be forgotten. Some I want to know more about, while others I wish I'd never seen or thought of. Some that make me smile, while others are so touching they bring tears to my eyes. Some that make me angry enough to want to do something about it and others that are normal enough to not warrant any reaction from me. I remain at my place, unnoticed by people, and I see many things. I have seen lover's tiff, friends quarrel, enemies fight. I have also seen lovers kiss, kids playing, friends laughing together and sharing jokes and happy moments with each other, families enjoying quality time, people saying goodbye, birthday parties and marriages. I have seen people being robbed, and people robbing others. I have seen murders happening, pranks being played and people being kind and helpful to each other. This is what I do. I watch things, I assimilate, I keep quiet about them, I understand, I think and I learn from them. I am the flower on the wall. You know me better as the wallflower.