People-Watching

I reckon I've got a lot of hobbies-
1) Drawing/Painting
2) Reading
3) Listening to Music
4) Meeting my buddies
5) Not doing anything/anyone (that was a joke for the humorously-challenged)
6) Cooking
7) Gardening (nevermind that half the stuff I plant ends up oh...DEAD.)
...and the list goes on and on

However, what I didn't realise is that the one hobby that I indulged in most often is 'people-watching'.
People-watching involves observing various people for small amounts of time. It is free of prejudice or any bias. It is, in some strange way, incredibly fulfilling. While I'm waiting for a coffee, or sitting on the bus or even shopping, there's always a couple of people that fascinate me.

In fact, so strong is this urge to people-watch that my friends have observed that I tend to immediately get spaced out when I'm in a place that had loads of people milling around. I used to think it's probably because I have a fear of crowds, but I realised its more like a sensory overload.

I love watching the coffee lady make my mocha. It's almost as good as drinking the mocha itself. How she ambles around like a mother hen and how deftly she adds more chocolate. I wonder if she has any children. I wonder if she has a man (or woman) who loves her for the sweetheart that she is.

I love how the scrawny dude in the bus puts his arm protectively/alpha male-ly over the shoulder of his much taller, hotter girlfriend. And how she slides down to lay her head on his shoulder. I wonder who asked who out. I wonder how long they've been going out for.

I chuckle when I watch the girl in lecture cast sly glances to the hottie at her left. I wonder if she'll make a move on him before the semester ends. I hope he makes a move back.

I inwardly smile when I'm in the lift with two students from mainland China. Their rapid fire conversation sounds like fun. I wonder if they're talking about the hot chick they met. Or if they're gonna try some of that crazy Indian food for lunch. I wonder what their idea of fun is, and what they do in their free time here in Singapore.

I can only stare in wonder at some guy's incredibly blue eyes. Sounds cliched as hell but Jesus.. You could spontaneously combust if you looked into those eyes for a second longer. I know I couldn't look any longer because he would probably read my mind without even trying. They don't call eyes 'the windows of the soul' for nuthin' yknow. And hell, forget windows..my eyes are like huge gaping holes in wall. Forget holes in the wall, they're the complete absence of a wall. I wonder what his first kiss was like. I wonder if he's ever as socially inept as I feel when I'm in his vicinity.

I wonder what the loner in the corner is all about. Is he just quiet coz he doesn't friend? He could be a laugh-a-minute...or he could just be a loner. I wonder what sort of a friend he would be to me. I wonder what his bedroom would be like.

I marvel at how amazingly interesting some peoples faces are.. At how incredibly sharp someones nose is..At how beautifully sculpted a persons cheekbone can be. At how brown an eye can get...At how delicate a ear can look..I wonder if I'll ever get to draw these people in my lifetime. I can only hope.



But what unnerves me if I ever find out that someone's been watching me. And wondering about my life.
If you have, do tell me..I'd be very interested in hearing your thoughts.

Observing someone under a microscope can be intriguing, but whats even more intriguing is what the specimen observed of you.