“There sure are a lot of crusty people out tonight.”
We’re at Walmart walking and buying goodies for Adalie’s Grinchmas Party tomorrow. I’m counting this as my walk because it was again wet and cold today (you would think I live in Seattle!) and we were there forever!
My Love made the previous observation and I giggled. “Crusty people” just seems funny.
We sit in a restaurant (I refuse to tell you which one because I’m ashamed to admit it was fast food!) after Walmart and watch the news. We don’t have cable so we rarely get to see news live. They were showing the protests in NYC over Mr. Garner who was killed by the police. The protesters looked so strong and unified. It was really beautiful to watch.
I sat back in admiration at brave people who do things.
I teared up a little watching. Selfless people just seems moving.
An acquaintance messages me out of the blue and wants to come to our Grinchmas Party tomorrow. I’m excited because there will be some new faces and graces at my house (I love making friends!), but I feel nervous, too, because well…they’re new people. What if they judge my house, my party, my family? I want them to like me!
Friendly people make me nervous. And I laugh out loud at my juvenile ways and shake my head. But I still clean my house like my life depends on it… because “new friends” just seems awesome.
As I walked and people-watched and observed my own reactions today… I think my most profound thought…”people are just people.” We see snapshots of the “I’m off work and refuse to wear make up” run to Walmart. Or the specific cause for which they choose to lie down, or the friendly smile, or party hat. We see pieces of people, known and unknown, all the time.