Creating scenarios for strangers

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When I am out and about in public, whether commuting or sitting somewhere, I look at the strangers around me and come to all sorts of fantastical scenarios about who they are. Say I see a worried looking businessman looking glumly at his phone, I think a big deal has just fallen through, I see a man driving I think "he's just fucked his wife in the ass and is going down the shops for some milk"
I also see old people and come up with all sorts of life stories about who and where they were in their youth, whether they are scarred from war, whether they are widowed etc etc. I could go on with more examples but I want to keep this short.

It's gotten to the point now where my fascination of others and my fictional recreations of their lives is making me zone out while staring at them for uncomfortable periods of time. I got caught on the bus the other day looking at this young guy with rotting teeth sitting next to a gorgeous girl and kissing her. My mind was really struggling to come up with a story for that one and he saw me looking and gave me a look dirtier than his teeth.
Is it normal?

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  • Who_Fan4Life
    9 years ago

    That guy with the rotting teeth was me. Yeah I admit it.

    It's okay though, I forgive you. However, should you turn that little story of yours into a national bestseller, I want a piece of that pie, ya dig?

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  • Jweezee
    9 years ago

    The OP commutes on public transportation, motivated by a fear based response to traffic fatalities. Vowing never again to travel by car. It was a balmy mid-August evening, nearing grandmother's nursing home for the routine dining on Sundays cafeteria fare. She was sitting in the backseat trying to predict the state of grandma's deteriorating comprehension of reality this visit, beams of sunlight dancing on her innocent face between the passing trees. Wondering if she would recognize her as her granddaughter this trip or mistake her yet again for a random nameless child in her midst. Mother half-heartedly mumbling the words of Hotel California playing on the radio. Her thoughts were suddenly and violently interrupted by disorienting impact...shattering glass, the binding and twisting of metal. Blackness. She rises through the ether of unconsciousness with a foreign weight atop her lap. Her mothers severed head, lips slightly parted as if mouthing along with the eagles still playing on the shattered radio "such a lovely place, such a lovely place."

    Y..ya...ya see what I did there.

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  • RoseIsabella
    9 years ago

    Try not to stare at these people so much, dear. Try writing down some of the stories in your head and or drawing pictures of the people. You can make this a creative outlet.

    What do you think when you see someone picking their nose in the car?

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