The Loneliness of Children
Sometimes (and this is a rare sometimes for a loner like me) it strikes me just how many people I’ll never know. Like this adorably awkward little girl at the optometrist this afternoon. We’ll sit here in silence, she too young to make conversation with an adult, me not wanting to be that skeezy dude talking to little girls in waiting rooms.
Why though? So many potential conversations are completely ignored day in and out because it’s weird to talk to strangers or we are busy or what have you.
And maybe that’s okay? Maybe that’s what makes the connections we do have matter? Maybe I’ll sit here with my iPhone and she’ll sit with her head in her hands and we’ll go on our separate paths, back out of one another’s realities.