We are all so different. When you dance, do you watch other people dance? I mean, like are you a people watcher? It seems like the older I get, the more I watch and the more I don't get it. But then, I'm probably not supposed to.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Do you watch other people when you dance?
I've put off writing because it seems like my life is either a travelogue of places I visit...which perhaps is not that bad. Or perhaps, it is the irony I see in life. I would have that that by now we would not be discussing the Hurricane Katrina. My friend's refugees just left yesterday. I do not know where they moved to. I have a hard time understanding how perfect strangers could live in someone's home for so long. Even the Centroplex, which was a shelter, 'kicked' people out a couple of weeks ago. They knew when the welcome was over and that was a public facility.
We are all so different. When you dance, do you watch other people dance? I mean, like are you a people watcher? It seems like the older I get, the more I watch and the more I don't get it. But then, I'm probably not supposed to.
We are all so different. When you dance, do you watch other people dance? I mean, like are you a people watcher? It seems like the older I get, the more I watch and the more I don't get it. But then, I'm probably not supposed to.
