I realized today...some 30 odd years into my
life...I am an observer...
I don't take the back seat in a conversation...
or blend into the woodwork...
Hardly...if anything...
I'm the first one to stand up and be noticed...
but...today it hit me like a ton of bricks…
I observe things...
Subtle things...insignificant...to the average Joe...
I then sign…seal…and deliver these non-descripts
into my brain file...
Available at random...any minute of any hour…
any day .. week .. or month of any year....
Even while seated at the coffee shop with a friend...
I spend the entire time checking out everything around me...
I don't stare or make it known...just quiet observation...
Clothing...hair...faces...smells...
nothing seems to escape...
Architecture...surface texture...lighting...
The list keeps growing...
and worst of all these "things" I have filed away
resurface at the most inopportune times...
Once while in the throws of pa**ion...
one of these observations suddenly leaped forth...
At the height of my partners enjoyment...
I (for no known reason) blurted out...
Did you ever feel the brick on the old warehouse
at King & Parliament?
This did not go over well...
All enjoyment came to a sudden grinding (pardon the pun) halt...
There was a look of shear amazement....
well...(Maybe shear frustration and anger would
sum it up better…)
Followed by a hasty exit...
A day later...I brought up the brick thing again...
Only to observe the same reaction...