Baseball games.
Malls. City parks. All great places to watch people. My favorite, however, has to be the
airport.
When I say “watch people”, I do not mean creepily staring
them down. It implies casually observing
the everyday happenings of others. You’ve
done it, too, so don’t try to hide it.
It’s so intriguing because we want to see if other people
act the same way we do. We want to see
if they handle stress in similar ways, how they dress, and if their personalities
match up with the stereotypical norm.
In airports it’s pretty easy to pick out the first time flyers. They fidget.
Frantically tapping their foot, they can’t keep still for the life of
them. Then there are the frequent flyers, a simple briefcase and look
of annoyance on their face. The distressed parents, all wide-eyed and
yelling “NO (insert child’s name here)” as their kid climbs all over the
chairs and accidentally nudges an aggravated neighbor. The beauty
queen, reapplying bright pink blush and lipstick 6 times while waiting at
their gate. And, my favorite, the comfort seekers. Dressed in sweatpants, Uggs, and a
see-through tee, they can’t pull themselves away from their cell phones.
What a mix.
I can’t help but think about all of the people in the world
when I’m awaiting a flight at the airport.
How many people pass through here every day? Thousands.
Each with a history and a background. Each with their own story to tell.
I had a conversation with a wonderful woman on a short hour
and a half flight this past weekend. The
beauty of these chats is that you will, more than likely, never see that person
again. So what’s the harm in sharing
personal struggles and stories that you wouldn’t normally tell? There’s really nothing to lose, and only much
to gain.
It’s pretty incredible to think how much we might learn by
simply listening to another’s life story.
It happened to me this weekend, and it only took an hour and a half.
Spark up a conversation with the stranger sitting next to
you. You’ll be surprised at what you’ll
get out of it.
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