Is it normal to wonder about stranger's lives in passing?
Often times I look at houses and I wonder who lives there. But it doesn't stop there. I wonder who they are, what they do for a living, how they dress, and what they are like in general. Sometimes, in the blink of an eye, I make up an entire life story and family for the houses I pass. Sometimes I make up the stories for random people I pass as well. I'm not trying to think of them. I just pass houses or people and it's like I'm quickly shown a movie.