I ride the bus everyday to work which gives me a lot of time to watch people. I believe is becoming one of my favourite hobbies...if you can call it that!!
We have some wonderful colourful people in this city! They give me great moments of pleasure!!
I also play the what is their life game...you know the game: There is a gentleman on the bus, never talks to anyone just sits on the bench seat at the front with is fedora hat, black raincoat, black gloves, shinny black shoes, grey pants, always clutching a black bag something like a computer bag, but it is not a computer, because it looks empty...well sort of half empty. He sort of slouches in the seat sometimes taking up two seats and always has the bag to his left side. He is in his late fifties, greying at the temples, otherwise I have never seen him without a hat...so I don't know if he is bald, balding or has a load of grey hair. My guess he is balding under that hat. He never smiles, never listens to music, never reads a book, never seems to look out the windows. Always slow to rise when his stop is coming up. Every once in a while he makes eye contact...and doesn't break it...which creeps me out! He stares at the other passengers...he's playing the game too...or is he?
When I was in grade 10 I took a body language class. I learned a lot from that class believe it or not!
Do you have a round table? Square table? where do you sit? beside your partner? or across from your partner? When you sit is your body open or closed? Do you look people in the eyes or advert your head?
I think about body language and eye contact when I talk to people. And most of the time I am aware of mine, most of the time.
There are people out there that appear to be so strong and outgoing and then you take a look at what their body is saying and you can figure out that their body is telling a different story. There are people I have gotten to know that put on this front. Then only after a time you find they are completely different then what they have originally portrayed.
I myself can close off pretty dam fast and I am very aware of it. I am also very shy one on one...until I get to know someone then watch out I can talk your ear off! I like being in a group when meeting new people because I can hide in the group until I feel comfortable. Most people don't know that I am shy, I appear cold and aloof at times...well that is protection mode for me. I am not comfortable so I close down until I am. I am OK with this. Some people I know aren't OK with it.
Loveable Hubby can talk to anyone and be comfortable! He is great in front of people that is why he is a musician! He loves to entertain! I am fine being in the background. I am a good organizer I can get it done!
Loveable Hubby hates doing the details...that's my job!
I don't like people who are fake, coat-talliers or (Loveable Hubby's words) Star fuckers. I don't know why I am surprised by these type of people, but they always seem to get by me. I can tell you I have been blind sided a couple of times.
By the time I figure out that they aren't interested in being a friend they are only interested in what they can get or how they stand in importance with other people I know, it's too late! It's a deception that hurts.
These are the type of people my Loveable Hubby can see a mile away...but for some reason I don't. Sometimes my faith in people is too "Rose coloured". Far to forgiving in the past - I somehow let people walk over me, only to be disappointed time and again. My own doing...the glasses are now off. Which is sad in away.
Since my MS I am not as forgiving or maybe its because I don't have time to waste on superficial people.
So I cherish the friends and family I have!
My Mom, my Brother, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, 2nd Cousins and so on and so on! I really miss the family BBQ!
My 4 daughters are fantastic, as are their husbands. Then there is the grandsons...4 and one more on the way 5 grandsons by October! they do give Loveable Hubby and me a lot of enjoyment! Still waiting for the granddaughter!
My Loveable Hubby, he is my best friend, the person who won't let me get away with self pity, who keeps me moving and laughing - He is my Rock!! The love of my life!!!! But don't tell him!!!
Back to the man on the Bus...who is he? And what does he have in that bag?
