On the Coronado Boardwalk. Also 89% sure that the people walking towards me thought I was taking a picture of them... Which I was- they just weren't the focus. As they shot me rude and weird looks as they doddled on past me I wanted to yell "I WASNT TAKING A PICTURE OF YOU GUYS I WAS CAPTURING THE MOMENT FOR THE VIEW YOU ARENT MY FOCUS" and for the last 3 minutes the thought "you aren't my focus" resonated in my head, so naturally I must write a post about it. K here's the sitch, I love and crave hearing other people's stories, I love hearing about the trials they have passed and the highs of the highs of their life and I love love love understanding why people think the way they do, I just love people. But those who think they are my focus in life so much so that I can't function or think of anything else, well you get under my skin you!!!! Like no, my tweet is not about a boy who was mean to me last week, my tweet could be about the boy at the Icecream shop using his great muscles to scoop my Nutella-banana icecream into the fresh waffle cone bowl (yum), and no just because you pissed me off two months ago does not mean my sucky friend tweet is about you either! Also I feel like I'm not making any sense. It's probably because I'm wearing shorts in cold weather and my wildfox sweater isn't doing any warmth to me and I smell bbq chicken and I can't stop people watching at every human being walks by.
I love people watching. I love seeing a cute couple and thinking "I could be good friends with them, maybe they have a cute guy my age who they could set me up with and then we could do fun couple things like beach trips and lazer tag dates, and then buy houses next to one another and have backyard barbecues while our similar aged children frolick around while the moms gossip and stir lemonade and the dad flip hot dogs and steak" and then my mind keeps rambling until I'm thinking about growing old and how growing old really I think is going to suck, but maybe if you do it with that one person who literally puts the stars in the sky for you, growing old isn't that bad- at all. And then I'll see a pair of little brothers riding scooters past with helmets and I want to yell "please always be kind to girls because girls have feelings that are sensitive" and then they would look at me weird and laugh but then, when they grow up and are dating a girl who is magnificent in every way and they get a bit annoyed with her and want to break it off, they will remember the crazy girl in the "hola amigos" hat sitting alone on the bench on Coronado island and her words will ring inside their little heads and instead of breaking it off with her, they will bring her a smoothie and a kiss and cuddle and watch Dirty Dancing with her. And then I picture this couples proposal story, and wedding- down to every last detail with me as the planner, of course, and then while I'm in the middle of choosing if she wants peonies or garden roses I am interrupted by the couple macking on eachother in the bench right next to me right in my view. Well, what can I say, at least they have someone to make someone else uncomfortable with by kissing lots. Because I sure as heck do not.
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