Not in a weird, creepy way... I just like watching people.
There are so many stories to read from them.
They give themselves away by the clothes they wear
Have you ever noticed how our actions call attention to us?
See the woman, so timid she can't meet your eyes?
(did she have someone in her life always putting her down?)
How about the loud, filthy mouth?
(are they crying out for someone to take a real interest in them?)
(perhaps trying to drown out the inner man that says they are no good)
The child who looks at you with fear...
(no child should have that much fear in their life)
The woman that has a ring - or two - or three! on every finger...
(is she wanting something pretty in her life to offset the ugly wounds she carries?)
And then there is the confident, innocent child that makes your heart sing.
For they are loved, you can see it and feel it in their actions.
Take the mom who has time to stop and listen to the story her husband is telling,
or children that treat their siblings with respect.
Those are the people that also catch my interest.
For they teach me lessons that I need to remember
and pass on to my grandchildren.
So, if you see me watching you...
it isn't that you are doing something wildly wrong,
I may be taking a page from you book
to add to my own.