tales from an ordinary world

2000-08-14

"and who shall I say is calling ?"
Leonard Cohen.

My SMS friend doesn't talk to me any other way now. She eschews ICQ, and left goofey behind long long ago. I suppose email must be too wordy. So every now and then I get a message like "just got nose pierced", or "my date with that guy went well, but kinda weird". Cutting down interaction to the bare essentials is something to be admired, once in a while.

So what would I have been in a previous life ? These days I'm thinking of a fly on the wall. Someone sitting in the corner listening, not talking. What'd happen if I went somewhere else in the world ? The same thing - I guess it's what I'm born to do. How does one evolve into these roles, these lifestyles ? I interact with people, all the time. I gather information from them all, and file it all away. I feel like I should do something with all these random notes in my head - in a way, this is it. But perhaps there's something more ?