I realized today how I could watch people all day. Analyzing their appearance, studying their body language, paying close attention to their tone and use of voice, considering their choice of clothing, attuning with their vibe and try to catch emotions, maybe a thought or two if I’m lucky. Weaving all these elements into stories in my head, wondering how close I might be to actuality. And I thought to myself that if I ever have a kid, that’s one of the games we’ll play: we’ll people-watch and try to imagine what the stranger’s lives are like. And then he’ll tell his friends at school all about this time he spends with his daddy and they’ll beat the ever-living shit out of him because his father is infinitely lame. Yay for me.