Sometimes I sit in the hotel breakfast area and look at all those people, wondering what the most fucked-up thing in their life may be right now.
I come up with all those weird stories of how they hate their father or resent their mother, or how they would love to quit their dreadful job and drop everything as they are slowly driving themselves crazy writing one useless sales report after the other. I imagine how they can’t wait to divorce their wife but yet are too afraid to do it since they might lose custody over their children and who might be their only beacon of happiness they still hold onto…
And then, just as I am thinking up these weird stories of what all these random people might go through, I wonder what they might think looking at me? Sitting there in the corner typing away and watching them. And yet I know that no matter what they might come up with, it most certainly will never even come close to the real and full picture of what my reality or life experience is like. Because, how well could you possibly know a person from the first impression or a mere observation?
Of course with “valuable” life experience you could make some qualified assumptions, and at least most of them COULD be right. But aren’t these impressions greatly influenced by the individual’s personal experience and therefore most of them will shoot – by definition – far off the target nonetheless?
Wouldn’t it be way more interesting, for example, to find out WHY he hates his father and WHY he resents his mother? Wouldn’t it be way more important to learn what he would like to do instead of these nasty sales reports and find out what might bring back the spark in his eyes? Shouldn’t we try to look for the more colorful story of what this one guy would like his marriage to be like instead, and if there’s maybe even a quick fix to get there if only appropriately communicated?
I don’t know. These are all merely made-up stories anyways.
But still, aren’t these also the stories which our life tends to write?
