Wanted: People to Watch

I have been struggling to write this week, and I think I just figured out why.


I am people-watcher. I don’t go to the mall to shop, I go to watch. I watch and if I can, I listen. That sounds a little creepy, maybe it is. When we go out to eat, I typically tune-out my husband and children so I can watch people and listen to the conversations of other diners. I like to figure out who they are. Is it boyfriend and girlfriend with his parents, is it work friends, or is it a first date? Um….yeah…creepy. I’m pretty good, if I do say so myself, I could probably be a spy. Not the TV/movie kind of spy with all guns and special moves, but the lazy non-violent kind of spy. No? You think I am just nosy? Probably.

I haven’t been anywhere this past week to watch people. The grocery was sparse, as far as people watching goes, we were the only tourists at George Washington’s Boyhood home, and the only thing on television this past week was the royal wedding coverage. Which I did get up to watch, at 3 am, and continued to watch the highlights of, the rest of the day. Sometimes the boys can inspire me to write something, but mostly they have been jumping off furniture and fighting this week.

So if I have no people to watch, I don’t see anything “new”. The only behavior I see is my own and my children, and we are pretty boring. I haven’t seen anything to remind me of a pointless story, random thought, or ridiculous confession.

Maybe next week when the boys are back in school, or the grocery has more people, or I go to the mall. If I don’t get inspired I may have to write about why I don’t like chocolate cake…and that, my friends, would be pointless, random, ridiculous and seriously boring.