People Watching

When I walk to my classes, I look up and try to look at lots of people. I have always enjoyed people watching, and I've never people watched anywhere with more diversity and interesting people than here at the U. It's fun hearing seconds of a phone call when someone walks by on his/her phone, wondering if that is an ipod that boy is holding up to his ear like a cell phone, watching groups of people laugh loudly at something apparently very funny, watching the boy walk with his head down, wondering how he is managing to not bump into anything or anyone and wishing he'd just look up, seeing the girl limping funny because of the blister on her heel covered by spiderman bandaid, listening to the longboarder with the hat get mad and swear at the man in the red shirt walking on the sidewalk because the man didn't hear the longboarder coming and didn't move out of the way so the longboarder had to hit him, watching the speed and skill of the real longboarders who can manoeuver through countless kids and small gaps by barely leaning, making eye contact with everyone who looks at me and half smiling in a "Hi, I am not afraid to make eye contact with you, and it doesn't mean I think you are cute or think you are too pretty or anything, I just like smiling at people" way, wondering if the person I'm looking at with the reflective sunglasses on is looking at me and if he/she is I'd better look away quick, wanting to be reading or studying like the people in the shade on that green grass instead of rushing to class, wondering what kind of music is coming out of those headphones, wondering if she's smiling at me because she also notices that our hair is similar but different colors or if she's just being happy, wondering how that boy broke his elbow and how long he'll have to have that straight cast from his shoulder to his thumb on for, trying to see the cover of that book he's reading to see if it sounds good or if I have read it, imagining bumping into myself as I walked to class and being stunned that I have a twin but not having time to stop and talk to her, or wondering what her text says that is making her so happy. I wish I could read minds too.