Crash. into me.

"It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something."


I am an avid people-watcher.
Which, in some cases, lets be honest -
that is simply a justified way of saying that im outwardly judging anyone i lay eyes on.
But really... I'm just a wonderer.
a wonderer. and a wanderer.
i halted my wandering long enough today to wonder
about all of these people.

It started with a temporary twinge of loneliness, i think.
Mayhaps not lonely. i can surely find a better word.
the thing is -
i just really wanted to be 'crashed into'.
it was one of those days when as im wandering
there are thousands of people to bump into
but no one i know.
i would venture to say that it isnt so much a loneliness
as much as...
a longing for connection.
i assure you there is a difference.

*wondering now in full effect*
i wonder if these other people acknowledge
that they have a certain longing too.
for connection.
for relationship.
i have long before said that we are relational.
created to be 'a part of' and not separate.
so i take a minute out of my day and think
what are they all looking for?

we dress to impress.
we all do.
to impress upon people a particular view we want them to see in us.
master manipulators.
we walk with a purpose (counting blue cars?)
acting as though we have somewhere so important to be
to protect us against any unwanted glances or conversation.
the reality for most of us is.
we'll take any glance.
we'll take any amount of conversation.
For God's Sake, Crash Into Us.

More Crashing. Less Wandering.