While waiting for the bus heading home from church tonight, I was joined by two young black men. They were talking back and forth: who was over at who's house, a time one of them got beat up by the cops, juvinilistic joking around. I tried not to listen (or smirk when something struck me funny) and basically kept to myself until the bus arrived.
When the bus got there, however, he didn't stop at the corner we were on but drove on to the next stop. One of the guys then said to me, "Did he just drive past us?" I knew he was talking to me because his buddy was ahead of him and we three were the only ones there. I was a bit exasperated too and answered a hearty, "Yeah, he did."
If you've read much of this blog you know that I don't say much to people I do know, never mind talking to strangers. But our common annoyance at basically being ignored was enough to temporarily erase the boundaries of being strangers.
I guess it just goes to show that I'm at my best (most outgoing) when I don't have the time to think about it. I wish I could just be in the moment more often, at least around people, instead of overanalyzing every potential situation.
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i was about to say, "Why have I bookmarked you?" and then saw your signature.
Oh, yeah, you. I can't keep track of even the things I think I know. But what do I think I know about you? Good question. Everyone is an enigma.
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