There's a fascinating man in my neighbourhood.
It is, of course, entirely possible that there are several fascinating men in my neighbourhood, but I don't know about them. I know about this one. He walks very slowly. It doesn't look like it's caused by a handicap of any sort. He just... saunters. Slowly. And he observes things, or it looks like he does. Possibly his mind is just very preoccupied. He often stops at the most random places (to me, anyway). and he just stands there, apparently doing nothing at all and apparently giving a fiddler's fart what other people think about that. And enjoying it. I think.
It's rather calming, really. I wonder if he is calm. He looks calm. He looks completely and utterly serene.
And I wonder if he's all there. Isn't it strange how his behaviour should make me think he is senile or somehow mentally challenged? Isn't that rather sad? He doesn't bother anyone. In fact, he makes me smile when I see him (he doesn't seem to see me). He is clean and shaven and well-dressed and all sorts of proper to the outward eye, and sometimes I have wanted to talk to him, but I never do. He doesn't strike me as the small-talking type. Even if he was, I don't know if I want to talk to him. I don't want to disturb him. I just like seeing him around.
I never saw him this winter, and I was afraid something might have happened to him - he's rather old. I realised that I missed him, even though I've never spoken to him. I don't know whether that is pathetic or kind of nice. I think I'm gonna go with the last alternative. He's back now, though; I've seen him every day lately. Maybe he just likes spring and summer better, like I do. I smiled at him the other day, but he didn't see me; he was looking at a tree. I hope he's happy.
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The world needs more people like him!
and w00t you're back!!! *huggles* great to see you posting again
Keep smiling. Even if he pretends not to see, or is entirely occupied communicating with a tree, a smile has the ability to send sun warming beams to a frozen heart.
It is kind of weird though, that people on TV can allow themselves to do about anything, but a real life (Not reality)person can hardly do anything different from the rest of the crowd, without being "odd".
I know you have a great understanding for challenged people, but generally I find that very provoking.
Maybe I DO something about it.
I guess it don't come naturally to me. I do, however feel free to pick flowers when I'm walking on my own. Sometimes I even whistle a tune.
Have you noticed what most people do when they are alone on a beach, on a bus or in a store for that sake?
They keep talking and talking and talking in their cellphones. I often doubt if it's even turned on.
But, hey, that's normal!
This guy sounds really awesome! I'm glad he turned out to be OK.
I think from the fact that he takes care of himself so well, he probably doesn't have anything wrong with him. He's just a guy who likes looking at everything. Which is just cool. :D
Thanks for the comments, you guys! I know, I like him too. ;)
Cara: "Back" is a relative term. I know i blog way more seldom than you do, and not very regularly... Hehe, but it's been an incredibly long time since I actually WROTE much, so maybe that was what you were referring to. In that case, thanks. :)
Felisol: I must admit I can often be one of those cellphone-talking people. Hehe. But yes, I pick flowers and stuff too. Keep whistling.
Jessica: I know! It IS cool. Hence why this post was written. He fascinates me. :)
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