Sunday, October 08, 2006

Faces and stories, but no names.


When you walk into a lecture you recognise faces, you don’t know the names of these people but you recognise them, those of the female variety mostly. You build up a story about them, where they come from, what they do, what they like, and what they would look like with some satin lingerie on. You don’t even know their names, but what’s in a name? Some say it is what defines a person, what makes them who they are. After the summer break you can’t find some of the people you noticed before, they aren’t there, even though you thought of them you’ll never find out who they were, who they really were. Because you never asked them, because you never made the first move.

You talk to people, for weeks in succession you converse with them, without even asking their name. They tell you about their lives, what they are doing, how they love to do certain things with their free time. But when you leave them to go your separate ways, you stop and realise that you don’t even know their names.

Do you really need to know a person’s name to talk to them? Sometimes you talk to strangers, especially when you travel on the bus, they offload onto you, you offload onto them, and it’s a mutual relationship based on the fact that you will never see each other again.

You once found yourself in a deep conversation with a woman at a bookshop; you were talking about everything, politics, work, books, romance and much more. This time though, you made a point of finding out her name, but as you sit at your computer typing, you can’t remember her name and for this, you are disappointed in yourself, because you remember the criminal's names, but not her's.

You know a man, who is married to woman he met when he smashed into her car at a set of traffic lights, a chance encounter leading to over twenty years of marriage.

Everyone you meet is important; all it takes is a moment in a person’s life to change it.

6 Comments:

At 6:32 PM, Blogger fjl said...

This one depresses me. I often feel this sort of coincidence passes me over. Serve me right though, for rejecting people at frist sight.

 
At 1:11 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

i think youre right joe everyone we meet is sent for a reason by him upstairs.we have to seize the opportunity to talk because we dont know where it might lead.the word hero typed in on google found you!

 
At 1:14 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

do all men wonder what women look like in satin lingerie. shouldnt you be concentrating on your lectures?

 
At 1:18 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

my leader is not in the mood for jonny depp tonight she wants chocolate instead i have told her you are not a keighley bobby so it is tough you cant deliver chocolate to labour ward,she is not a happy bunny!

 
At 6:11 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

carpe diem !

 
At 9:39 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

All men wonder what MOST women look like in satin lingere, correct....

 

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