People watching

One of my favorite pass times is watching people. I'm forever curious and constantly wonder why people do and act the way they do. Munchin music is one of my normal summer activities. Some weeks can be fun but, others get really boring really fast, last week was one of those weeks. I sat there on the grass watching a group of girls. They were all strikingly beautiful but, they did not know it. They were dressed in clothes that has to come from the baby gap, they were smoking (obviously way to young to be doing that) and being as loud as possible to attract as much attention as possible.

It was so painful to see how these girls were operating. My heart was aking for them. while sitting there on the grass, i did not care if any one noticed me. I did not have to dress to impress. And I especially did not value and completely depend on others opinions and thoughts to define my life. This is not because I am any better then them. I'm not one bit better but the thing that hurt the most was this; I knew the majority of those girls would not be able to sit on that grass and simply not care. I desperately wanted them to know what it is like to know who you are, who you want to be and be completely OK and at peace with that. I wanted there life-line of friends to be cut of and for them to start living.