Sometimes just walking down the hall, I feel brave, just for looking at peoples faces, staring at their eyes, just because so few do. It’s tunnel vision to the extreme out there, and you can watch without being watched, because honestly, most of the time people don’t seem that interested in one another. I guess thats what made it easy for me, to find friends, fit in, stand out, because the vast majority of the population simply isn’t making much effort to stand out, to be noticed, to meet new people. People have their friends, and thats safe and easy, so why bother? I like to watch people, see sweet moments, happy ones. I like to see what you can learn from a glance, and who’s faces stick. There’s three couples on my stretch of hall, two who actually spend time there. In physics theres a boy who would make a great super hero in disguise in an obscure, kick-ass graphic novel. There’s the neon goth girl, in a mask of makeup, tall hair, and a collection of neon and black attire. There are timid grade 9 boys, cautiously walking girls to classes, lonely girls lost in the crowds, and bunch of boys laughing and pretending to fight one another.
I like people who break the rules, talk to people they don’t know, interact with teachers, admit what they like and don’t like, sing out loud and dance down the streets.
