So recently I've found myself at a new level of weird when it comes to my perceptions about other people. About a year ago, I became fixated on the idea of seeing other people three-dimensionally - that is, to say, seeing them as not just "my friend" or "a person in my class" but rather as complexly as I believe myself to be. Obviously, this is an impossible goal; there's no way to view everyone equally and with equal depth. Though that temporary obsession died down after about a week, like most of my obsessions, a new one recently popped up.
Lately, it's been manifesting itself in imagining entire hypothetical scenarios of the leisure time of my professors this semesters. And this, I think, is because I've been very interested in a person's leisure time, and what it says about them. Recently, I've visited many friends; when they asked what I wanted to do or see, my answer has been the same: "I want to spend time with you in your spare time to see what it's like." They were all nice enough to allow me to observe them like a zoologist in the wild.
Now, enough introduction. Let's go through some recent anecdotal examples, shall we?
|Granted, this has nothing to do with anything. But maaaan isn't he a cutie?|
|Photobooths are the shiznit.|
Two days after that I went to visit my best friend from high school in Long Island. I went straight from closing at work to her house, so by the time I got there it was late. In the morning, she was going to do yoga and zumba at the gym she frequents. I wake up early, though, and so I assured her I'd be on a walk by then and we could meet up after. In the morning I left, and she went to the gym. Afterwards, I ended up back at her house and she told me she needed two hours to decompress because she had spent two hours working out. When she ate lunch, half of the meal was savory and half sweet. Since I met her, she's been preoccupied with balance, and living as balanced a life as she possibly can.
|This is Denise. She's perfect.|