A Quiet Observer
Eating alone in a public place all the time feels quite weird actually. But I think I’m really getting used to it and even starting to enjoy it. I am paying even more attention to the other people around me, and, subconsciously, I’m trying to come up with some sort of psychological profile by reading their body language, their facial expressions and their altogether appearance. It helps me better understand people, and figure out all the hidden motives – what’s really behind their words and actions. It’s interesting, challenging and very entertaining.
My dorm room window has a beautiful view of the park, and I have that strange habit to often stare out of my window and observe all the old people feeding pigeons, dogs, couples, even homeless people late at night… I try to figure out their life stories, relationships between them, where did they come from and where they are going after their walk through the park. I think I could put all these unrelated stories from my dorm in a book and I bet they would make an interesting read.
I remember I used to observe like this back in my home town too, but it was rarely ever crowded like here in Belgrade. It seems like no matter where I go here there will be something to observe… Good for me, I guess that means being alone will never get boring.