I do this everyday, but today was especially intriguing for me.
I sat down, and for once I didn't think about how I was doing, or the trouble that I had.
I thought about others.
I looked at the pregnant girl (she couldn't have been older then 18) and wondered if she thought that what was happening to her was a blessing or a curse. I looked at the old couple standing in the cash register line and wondered how they met, and what trouble they had gone through.
For once, I felt curious for other people and wished I had the ability to get to know every one of those people. I want to know their likes/dislikes, what makes them happy, the trouble they had gone through in life.
But I suppose I will never know, because they were all strangers to me.
But even now, I believe even those closest to me are strangers.
And that I am possibly a stranger to myself.
I haven't got that one figured out yet.