It's amazing the number of possible person-to-person connections we miss out on in the course of a day-- people we pass on the street that could have become dear friends, or loves, or even enemies... but we'll never know, because we never make those connections. Crazy.
I go through the day with my focus turned inward, intent on where I'm going, what I'm doing, & probably don't even see the people that pass me by. Then, I go home & get on the internet to swap inconsequential data with people I don't really know, many of whose names I'll never learn, faces I'll never see.
I'm afraid to be seen, because I don't think they'll like what they see. So, I keep my head down, my gaze on the floor. "No one of consequence here. Nothing to see, move it along." I can't stand photos of myself, either. I can't even walk by a mirror without sticking out my tongue, flicking myself off, or just averting my eyes as I run by so I don't have to look at that loser.
Healthy.
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