Observing

Hello, blog!

My friend and I caught up today. As we were walking along our neighbourhood I could not help but do as I always do: observe. There are so many people about and I know only a handful. My Facebook tells me that I definitely know more than that, but it made me think.

This subject matter was inspired by, as mentioned in my last post, the cute guy in the booth-like store in the mall. Who is he? Sure, from afar I can think that he is cute, and he may smile at me and be cordial but: is that because it's his job to be polite and friendly? A good-looking guy like that must have a girlfriend. But does he?

Don't judge a book by it's cover. That is the cliche, slogan-sounding lesson that most are familiar with. Sure, in theory it is a practical and thoughtful method of dealing with people, but rather than judge, I just create. This is my version of childhood make-belief, or "playing house," if you will. He is a figure, and I am making a story, a personality, an existence for him in my life even though all I have asked him is if he has any more iPhone 4 cases.

I suppose that this is kind of like when you see a young person, perhaps aged about 20-24-ish wearing a ring on their wedding finger. You wonder whether they are married, or perhaps it's even a purity ring.

For my own enjoyment and thrill, I am going to continue pondering on the idea that the cute guy in the booth-like store in the mall is single, and exactly my type.

After all, he is just a character, and I am the writer. I will have my fun.

Until next time, blog.
Much love,
H.