I’m a people watcher. I realize that many people think they are “people watchers”, but I really am one. I can sit and watch people interact with other people, objects, whatever, for hours. They fascinate me.
Heather used to look at someone and then make up a story about them. Within minutes, she would have their entire life story told. Of course we had no way of verifying it, so I had to take her word that it was true!
I don’t do that. Instead, I try to figure out why they do certain things. I watch a couple chatting in line. I watch their body language. She runs her hand through her hair. He laughs at something and his hand extends toward her — not touching, but invading her “space.” They are strangers flirting.
Then there’s the man looking over the bags of coffee (I’m at Starbucks). He picks one up and then another. He isn’t interested in buying one, he’s just needing to do something while he stand there. It’s obvious to me that he doesn’t like standing in line, and just wants to get through it.
There’s two women, co-workers I assume. They are chatting and laughing. Another woman walks by them with her coffee in hand. She stops and chats with them for a few minutes, the three of them talking like they are life long friends. Then the one who already has her coffee leaves, and the other two look at each other and one rolls her eyes. Co-workers, yes. Friends, no.
I can’t help it. I just love watching people.
Of course, the question often comes to me … is someone watching me right now? What are they thinking about me? What have they decided about me personality? Hmmmm.
