Sunday, August 25, 2002

I'm an observer.

I feel like I spend my life watching people. I don't always enjoy jumping into the middle of the action because I'd much rather see how other people would react. I "take notes" on my friends. I remember strange quirks, nervous twitches, moral inconsistancies, and random biographical facts. I love meeting new people because that one new person is just another vivid character in the Play of Life. Sometimes it feels like I collect acquaintances in order to expand my menagerie of fascinating individuals. It's almost like I'm waiting to live life because I'm too absorbed in the grand story being told in front of me. My curiousity just overwhelms me on occasion. Maybe I'm gathering for a good reason. I almost feel like I'm "researching" for my great American Novel that I'll write in the future. Perhaps it's all a part of a master plan.

This is just a glimpse of the vast amount of introspection that defines my current life... surprisingly enough, this strain of thought was brought on by a two minute conversation with a drummer. How strange.