I’ve always been a people watcher. I love observing humanity; in fact I can’t resist it. Nearly every single person/couple/family/group of friends that comes within 20 feet of me is subject to my scrutiny, my curiosity, my overall analysis. I examine their clothes, interactions, the way they carry themselves. Within moments I have taken these snippets and made assumptions about their fashion sense, their self-esteem, their marriages, and their sex lives.
This is something I have always done; it is the reason I majored in Psych in college and I find it highly entertaining (especially if accompanied by a similarly-minded and quick-witted bff or gbff.)
Lately, every time I see a woman on the street in the 22-30 age bracket (roughly my own- “young professional”, I wonder. I study her up and down, her shoes first (shoe whore, guilty), then the whole outfit. I look at her shape (i.e., compare it to my own) and determine how well she is presenting herself to the world.
I wonder if she’s happy. I wonder if she wants to get married, if she’s baby crazy. If she wants to be a high-powered CEO at her company, or make a difference to starving children in Africa. If she’s nurturing and kind. If she’s bitter towards men.
I wonder if she’s loved. If she loves someone. I look for a ring, groceries for two, a twinkle in her eye that shows she can’t wait to get home, because someone’s waiting there for her.
I wonder if she’s secure in that love… if she trusts him. Is it still exciting? Is their sex still amazing; was it ever? Or has it grown boring? Does she accept that monotony, is it comfortable (comforting)?
Does she cheat on him? Will she, ever? Does he cheat on her? Will she ever find out? Does it matter? Or are affairs what keep marriages together?
Is she lonely?
I wonder.
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