human finish line

people are freakin beautiful. i really find the human race SO interesting. it's probably why in high school, besides art and english classes, i loved sociology. and now in college i really like my anthropology and psychology courses. i just look at people, and everyone has their own stories. their own problems they're dealing with that day. things that they look at and smile about. or things that make them cry. even today at lunch with my parents, i saw an older lady sitting by herself, and i kind of wanted to have her come over and eat with us. and we could all just share each other's company. but it's out of the norm, and people would think there's an agenda behind such an act. i just like to get to know people because everyone has something to say and sometimes they don't have anyone to say it to. at feed mah sheep, there's this little British woman who is absolutely sweet and one of my favorites to see every month. of course, it's under certain circumstances that she finds herself there, but i don't know what they are. but i bet they'd be interesting to find out. i think in anthropology we discussed just how women like to talk more than men in most societies or cultures, and of course there's the conflicting statistics of who actually speaks more. so maybe that's why i'm so compelled to talk to these random people that i'd otherwise just pass on the street or sit near in a restaurant. sure, bad could come of that, and someone could yell at me to mind my own beezwax. but people. are SEW INTERESTING. i'm starting small, though. there's college and church and crazy places i find myself in these days. and it's beautiful to get to know people.



and i just discovered...my mom probably thinks like this too. she's always talk to random people. all that separates us is 38 years, so for a younger person it's inspiring whereas for a mother.. it's seen as embarrassing. oh well.