Me through your eyes
6- 30 -17
It's something I'm really curious about. You can't see my thought process and the weirdness in there. You don't know my experiences. Like what's happened in the past that makes me ridiculously flinch from a swinging door even though it's closed. I like to people watch so I can imagine a bit of what could cross your mind upon seeing me. But would it be good or bad? And is it self-conscious of me to think so much of this? I don't think so. No surprise, but I'm sitting at a cafe again. The atmosphere is better here than the last one. I can breathe easier and think without worrying about other people watching me closely. Ok yes, I'm up on the second floor tucked away in a corner but still. I chose this spot mainly for its hidden quality plus I have a good view out onto the street. I'm looking up every few seconds when my eye catches on something or someone. I see a group of Asian tourists, with Sun visors and "I heart Paris" umbrellas, t-shirts, and bags all standing on the sidewalk. The tour guide holds a little flag and waves them along to follow her across the street. I can't pick out anyone, they all dress mostly the same. I usually avoid those groups when I pass them by in the street. They sometimes try to approach me to test out their foreign language skills but little do they know I myself am a tourist as well. Trying to understand a language you barely know, on top of a heavy Korean or such accent (I apologize, I really don't know) to boot rarely goes well for me. Then I see their confusion and look at me funny when I awkwardly gesture that I don't understand before they continue on their tour. Many family members and friends have told me to stop thinking of it but I find it's not just appearance wise. Can you see my character? Do I look trustworthy, sketchy, or confident? In my head at least, forgive me if it comes off as judging, but I like to make a character sketch of an interesting person. Call it just being a writer or trying to test out non-existent Sherlock skills, but I wonder if I'm ever right with my hypothesis. If you looked around the corner to see me, maybe here is what you'd think. A curly mophead figure wearing nothing but black with a tote bag at their side. An empty glass in front of them, with their headphones in as they recline in the chair and type away on their phone. Their head looks up every now and again. Recluse. Introvert. Maybe socially awkward might pop into your head before you turn to find your own seating and go about your day. Just a thought.