The most tangible difference in my life since I started this blog

is that now, I'm always trying to figure out what to write in it.

Today, I was waiting for my bus, when I realized I hadn;t updated in a couple of days. I had no idea what to write about. I started noticing all the people. In front of me was a woman in a green shirt and a black skirt reading a book about how to take control of one's own mind. We had a brief conversation about a fly.

"Oh my!" she swatted a bit.

"What's the matter?"

"There was this bug flying around!"

"Oooh."

"You know, if it was flying around here, it must be dirty."

"Well, I think, it's probably the same to a bug as a lot of other pplaces."

"Huh?"

"Well, it probably looks the same. Because like, a bug is so small."

"Yeeeah, and this place is so big to a bug! I meant though, like food and stuff. Like, look at that." She pointed to what looked like two beans wedged between the window and the top of the brick that the wall that wasn't window was made of.

"Bug heaven."

"Bug buffet, we call it in my house, when we leave food around and bugs get it. I don't allow that."

"Very wise."

"My husband is the wise one."

"Your husband?"

"He's very into cellophane."

"Cellophane?"

"For preventing bug buffet."

I think I would have had that conversation even if not for the blog, but I can't be sure. I made a lot of effort to notice people behind me in line. There was one oldish lady in an orange shirt and a straw hat. There was a couple who were embracing, rocking back and forth, the woman singing into the man's chest. There were a couple of kids from my town who had been on the bus on the way in, one of them a boy with pink hair who appeared to be wearing a skirt and small wings on his back, and a girl who was wearing a lei (btw, the first result for "lei" on google images is, for some reason, a naked woman spreading her legs at the camera. There is no flowery necklace anywhere in the picture).

I also noticed another person who had been on the bus on the way in, a young woman with a dark complexion, wearing short overalls and had a bit of pink in her hair. I waved to her, and she waved back. She seemed to be standing in line with a rather overweight man who had a fauxhawk. I really hoped she wasn't with him. She had a vitality that I couldn't imagine in this man, or so I believed for the purpose of writing this blog.

I can't tell if thinking of things as potential blog fodder is good or bad. One on hand, it means I notice things more, but on the other hand, I always noticed things a lot of people don't, and I feel like it makes me seem really sketchy. This could just accentuate that. Also, it means I might never experience things for their own sake.

Meh.