Today I was struck by how unique people are and how much I like the ones who are comfortable in their own skin. I was in Mazzio's having lunch and reading a book when a woman in her sixties sat down a couple of booths away from me. She started a conversation during her meal with another woman eating across the aisle and these two strangers talked through the remainder of their lunch. Totally different in appearance, one older, the other young. One white, the other black. One dressed frumpily, the other polished. One married with grandchildren, the other single with a boyfriend in Birmingham. Both eating alone, both talking about the men in their life... Both finding common ground.
I enjoyed listening to them and found myself smiling when the older lady said she had a sister in Chicago (Shakargo) who was jealous of her. I was amused by how much personal information the older lady was willing to share, and how the younger woman seemed to respond in kind, sharing her own personal life. And I think I recognized the loneliness in both of them that made them open to one another.
I want my life to be different from how it is. I want a lot of things but I'm afraid I've settled. I wonder if I have the courage to change? Moreso, I wonder if I care enough to change? We'll see, I suppose.
2 comments:
Welcome to the blogging world, my friend! I look forward to your posts, and can't wait to see what you'll discover.
That is an interesting observation. Have you thought about going into writing? Your use of words is riveting. I admire people who can convey the everyday in a way that makes it interesting. My everyday is just that -- everyday.
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