peoplewatching

Often I find myself forgetting I'm there. I'm just sitting on a bench or leaning against a rail...
peoplewatching. And thinking about myself and them, and our connection, though it may be faint and seemingly insignificant.

Think of the number of people who that judged you throughout your life, or hell, even just today. The millions of people a year, hundreds or thousands of people per day, that looked at you from hair to toenails and made a decision about you, whether blantantly or subconsciously. In a tiny fraction of a second, each of these people have formulated their own story about you. Your life. The decisions you've made throughout you relief. Your family. Everything. They are deciding if you are happy, depressed, livid, or complacent. Of course, all they see is the masqued representation you have decided to put forth. An image which could be realistic, surreal, optimistic, or a blatant lie.

Our own self-image itself is merely a mirror of our judgments on others. We dress and act in ways that have affected us in a manner which we deemed pleasing or appropriate. A teacher once said... "An interesting person changes how they dress each day-- I say-- an accepting person does.