The only way out is through

I love meeting new groups of people. It's so invigorating. I always get so trapped in the sense that the people whom I interact with on a daily basis are the only people in the world. It's so refreshing to know that there are so many wonderful and absolutely fabulous people out there. I love the introductions, despite their awkwardness. It's so intriguing to be able to observe someone within the first five minutes of meeting them, and try to look into their life and experiences based on what they're doing. It could be anything.

Sitting criss-crossed instead of laying on the tummy while in the park.
(It's because they feel insecure about their tushy or legs, so they're trying to hide it by sitting in a funny position)

Biting nails before ordering food
(It's because they have anxiety, and they worry every single time they have to do anything involving asking someone they don't know, personally, to serve them in some sort of way)

Licking lips before getting ready to say words
(Their lips are chapped from staying out in the cold with their lover a little too long the night before)

Looking embarrassed after saying something just a teensy bit too loud
(They've always been bashful about how loud they laugh and speak, but no matter how hard they try, they can't help but stop it)

Staring in the distance, just zoning, after herbal refreshments
(They get high, everyday. They love to be out of touch with reality because the world they live in is too cruel for their sensitive feelings and everything gets them upset)

It's not judgement. It's curiosity. It's explanation. It's analyzing. I do it all the time and some people think it's fab and others utterly despise me for it. I find people fascinating...that's why I love to meet all the new ones. 

(I also like to remember their names at least but for some reason lately that hasn't been happening)

peace out.