Picture by Geof Sheppard
Sitting down in the waiting room I was observing and looking around who else was there and I just was thinking fictionally what they could be here for and what they were waiting for in here. I saw a depressed looking female sitting very restless and tapping with her fingers on her shirt. She was looking around without touching base with anyone. Avoiding contact. The young guy next to her was sitting in a nonchalant way making sure he was noticed. He was looking everybody in the eye. He was dressed shabby and had a lot of tattoos. What was going on in those minds that were sitting here in the waiting room with me.
I got pondering. Was it just a judgement in seeing them sitting and behaving in certain sort of manner that could conclude that what I was concluding or was it something else. Were those with me in the waiting room just expressions of the same or maybe something else. Were those two just not really who they really were. My mind got on the loose and I thought. Stop.
