It has just occurred to me that I look at people the same as I look at books.
I’ve always known that in my early years I was strongly influenced by Dame Chrisitie. I fell in love with Agatha Christie books very early on. Even now just thinking about it I realize how long it’s been and think maybe I should go pick one up and read for awhile. Hard to resist. I think I picture myself as an up and coming Miss. Marple. I enjoy watching the details of life and seeing each nuance of an occurrence. It’s fascinating to see how one small gesture or look can give so much away. I guess in a different life I may have started out as a Tuppence and worked my way up to a Jane. That isn’t a bad gig.
This morning though, while thinking about one of the randomly fun people I’ve met here on the internet it struck me that I look at them (you) the same way as I look at books. I read people who are exotic and let me step into their lives a little bit to see what it’s like in a far away lands, or situations. Some of them live quite nearby but their lives are so different from mine that they are an adventure. I have people who focus on food. So just like picking up a random cookbook and getting ideas, I pull from them different tastes and ideas for things. I eat vicariously.
I sub here on Xanga to a small group of much younger women who fall into that teen lit group. They’re that selection of books that is full of drama and joy and angst and energy. You can’t read them for too long because it puts a strange twist on your view on life, but for a quick touch every once in awhile they bring a certain va voom into the picture.
I love the raucous bunch. These are the people that are bigger than life. Some are full of joy and fun and sex and laughter, which is one of my favorite genre’s, and some are full of drama. I can easily see them in a dark castle full of intrigue. Some would be the sneaky worm guy, while others would be the young woman caught up in the palace dramas.
I think the majority of the people that I communicate with on a regular basis fall into the slice of life category. There are enough similarities in our lives..
..that I can see myself in their life, or as their neighbor but at the same time their trials and tribulations are different. They have different events that bring them joy that they share and I get to enjoy with them.
Thankfully I don’t think I have any King or Koontz type selections around. Wouldn’t that be freaky?
Sometimes I’m sorry that I started out and continue to be so public. I think my life could probably be more interesting to others if you got to hear my dirty little secrets. All the pieces that I keep private. I think that’s the book that never gets published. It’s the diary that you lose the key to and gets thrown away by accident after a few years.
I don’t know how in the heck I got off on this track this morning, but I think I’ll probably spend the rest of the day categorizing people and situations in my head.
Off to finish my coffee, fix my bike, eat my breakfast, do a little reading while on my bike, shower, maybe a little shopping, food, fun, a show. While stopping in at the computer between each and every task to read anything I might have missed.
It just occurred to me that browsers have “bookmarks”, see?