Of course she knows she’s stunning.
She’s an artist. She sees beauty in the little things.
In hundreds of photographs, which were all taken of her with lustful admiration, she picks the loveliest. And those are what she presents to you as herself. Not to say that there are pictures of her that look bad. Or unflattering. Because there are those, but even they are beauty of their own right. Awkward. And stunning.
My roommate brought home her friend Sam.
Sam was an attractive man. Tall, dark, and lanky, just was my type.
My roommate had such interesting friends.
She was interesting, herself. She was a peculiar, shining soul, filled with Buddhist drive and love.
Sam was her schizophrenic homeless friend.
She clicks her pen incessantly. It’s such an ingrained habit that she doesn’t even know that she’s doing it.
He noticed, though.
There were others in the waiting room. Some wearing masks, some looking hung over, and one who stared mindlessly at her own twiddling fingers. The clicking caught his attention first, but the woman clack click clacking was what endlessly held it.
A stranger crosses the street in front of me.
I must slam on the brakes as I realize that she will not cross quickly enough before our paths cross.
It’s raining. She clasps the shawl over her head, her paunchy arm arching like a tea pot handle to the top of her head. My head lights cut her unctuous body in half at her waist. Wet, short drips stream from the tip of her nose. Rain drops or tears? She doesn’t turn to look at me.
Writers characterize people. That’s what I do. It’s not like I just went through nearly six years of a degree in Psychology to not study people. They’re what I love, they’re what I do. Analyze. Study. Read.
It’s funny. I was commenting to Landon just the other night that I can’t understand how someone could know another person in real life, know that they have a blog or other means of publication, and not have to read it. For every person I know who has a blog– and hundreds more I’ve never even met!!– I read their stuff religiously. I recognize that some people don’t have the time I do to sit in front of the computer. I get that… but even if I didn’t have a whole lot of time, I would still be addicted to knowing what it was that they’re putting out there, for everyone to see.
