Woman in a Yellow Skirt

I went to a wedding in the past few weeks and had a chance before hand to just sit and look around.  Most of them were generally familiar faces of distant family members (oooooh you've gotten so tall!  How's school, dear, what do you want to be when you get older?) but since it was a wedding, there was a whole host of people I had never seen before, including this woman.

She was pretty, in an worn-out sort of way.  Her hair was tossed strawberry blonde and she wore the wrinkles on her face like a war paint.  It did not matter that her clothes (a hot pink + sunshine yellow skirt and blazer combo) were the boldest colors alive; she was bold, with pink lipstick painted on emotionless lips.

I don't know if I described her like I should, because I never spoke a word to this woman.  But she sat directly across from my family, and she never once looked over at me.  Her lips remained pinched the whole time, and she sat alone.  Not even during the wedding did she whisper how pretty the bride was to her equally bold partner, for none showed up.

After the wedding, she vanished, slipping by while I was held back for pictures.  But I hope she's out there, with loved ones, happy, because she seemed so bold and lonely and prim at the wedding.  Nobody should be alone at a wedding, nobody.

Who did you meet today?

The People Who Never Look Up

I went on a trip recently, which was the reason there was no posts, sorry about that.  The funny thing is, my family and I drove our RV on our vacation, using it both as our main source of transportation and as our home for the two (separate) weeks we were gone.

This isn't so much a post about this one person I met, but rather a hoard of people I saw, just driving by.  You see, when you have a good 50+ hours to kill with no internet connection, you've got four options:

1. Sleep (I did lots of that)
2. Try to entertain yourself via drawing, writing, or singing along to the radio (mostly made me carsick, but I still did some of that!)
3. Try to accomplish schoolwork (Lord forbid, be responsible?!)
4. People watch

And me being an a-social blogger who draws people she sees and doesn't talk at parties, you can guess what I did in my many hours of spare time.  That's right, watch the people in the cars as they drove by our giganto RV.

I saw old women who probably had guns in their glove boxes, buff eighteen wheeler drivers eating Subway sandwiches, Indian women talking and/or yelling at each other in rapid-fire speech while some poor mustached man sat there trying to make it through traffic, a scary-looking bald guy with a chihuahua in his lap, a corgi in the passenger seat, and what looked like a German shepherd in the back, and dozens of children (both in the back seat AND in the front seat -_- ), most of them playing on their phones.

And none of them look up.

None of them even look out the window.

None of them are taking in the world around them.  In fact, a lot of them were quiet literally asleep.  And don't get me wrong, I slept for probably a good 50-65% of the trip, but I mean...not even a, "Oh hey, look, there's a giant RV trundling past."

Not that I want to be stared at, but it's an odd sort of thing - we live in a world so jam-packed with THINGS and STUFF.  There is so much to see and learn and hear and you'll never see any of it if you spend a car trip playing the newest addicting game on your iPhone 8.72S (whatever the heck is the new one right now).

So next time you're a passenger in a car, or you're stuck in a traffic jam, or hey, maybe passing an RV, look up.  Smile at some one passing by.  You don't know what you'll see, and maybe it'll be boring, but maybe you'll see something that'll stick with you your whole life.

Just don't be one of the People Who Never Look Up.

And on that dramatic note:  who did you meet today?

An Artsy Extrovert

So I took a quiz recently and discovered that I'm...not extroverted, like I thought for years.  As of right now, I'm a bit more ambiverted, which means I'm right down the middle, torn between people and alone time.  From what I can tell, most people are extroverts, but tend to be somewhat reserved.  A seven on a scale of one to ten.

But every so often, you meet somebody that's really, truly, and completely extroverted.  And that was this girl that I met in art class.

Brief context description time!  *transition music*  In my art class, we set up our own easels, which means we pick our location in the class room.  Since I'm usually there early, I don't get a chance to chose who ends up next to me, which is actually pretty cool in my opinion.  It gives me an opportunity to meet people I wouldn't normally talk to, which brings me back to the subject today (only took me three paragraphs to actually get to it :P )

With a leather vest and Pokemon patterned hat, this girl walked in like she owned the place.  I don't know why, but I was avoiding her loud voice for the past few weeks of classes, but when she ended up next to me, I realized there was no pride or aggression on her lips, only friendliness, Hamilton quotes, and questions for the art instructor.  She was a really good artist too, with a style completely different from mine.  I didn't catch her name, but she didn't need one - she was a force unto herself.  I won't be mistaking her for anybody else, name or not.

Who did you meet today?