So.
I was in the Oakland Airport. Airports are always reminders, as I've mentioned in blog posts previous. And now, to add onto the list of reminders-- writing in my blog is one. I see airports, I think blogging.
I was reminded, as a thin, yet very pregnant woman(yes, I know you either are or you are not pregnant-- she was late in her third tri), walked past as I sat waiting. My back was sore, but seeing her I immediately thought about her potential back pain. She has to have some aches, big ones.
An older gentlement sighed loudly as he sat down next to me. I wondered about his feet. Or perhaps his knee hurts, or maybe he clipped his nail too short this morning, or cut himself shaving. A young lady shifted in her seat, did her leg fall asleep, are her shoes too tight?
I just sat and watched people and made up random discomforts in my mind that we don't talk about with strangers. That I knew, I knew they were feeling annoyed by:
I think he has stuff in teeth
Her bra is annoying her
He has a headache
She's nervous so her stomach hurts
He is wearing the pants he hates
She wore the weggie-giving underwear
He forgot to charge his cell phone
She bit the inside of her cheek yesterday and its bothering her...
It seems like I was creating negativity, or that I'm just crazy. But, in the comfort of my randomness I brought us all back to the same level. Travel often makes me stop and notice, and often I see difference-- both for the great and for the not so good. This, little 10 minute episode, besides keeping me occupied, and being rather fun, just reaffired that we aren't all always 100 percent of ourselves. Which, as I squinted in my glasses, drank water to stave off my headache, and yawned at my poor sleeping choices, I settled into knowing that I wasn't alone.
