Your sitting on the bus and there's a woman sitting in front of you with her head to you and she's twirling and twisting a thin strand of hair over and over and over again for 3/4 of an hour without let up - slowly.
All you can see is the back of her head, her hand and the strand of hair slowly twirling.
I think it's sometimes an autistic thing, hair twirling.
I do it sometimes.
_________________ They leave behind so many shadows. This substance in time forced into life,
still exists because it's here: living in me, living in all the memories, in my life.
Lost inside blank infinity.
It wouldn't bother me at all. This reminds me of the girl I grew up with's mom. She used to overreact to anyone smacking their gum. To me, it wasn't a big deal but she wanted to smack anyone who smacked their gum.
Joined: 6 Aug 2008 Age: 58 Gender: Female Posts: 377
12 Sep 2008, 2:44 pm
No. Sometimes we think that people as so concerned with some tiny flaw when in reality their truely focussing on their life and they crap they are dealing with.