There are times out in public when I wish I could go invisible and totally stalk people just to hear the rest of their conversation. I wish I could be a fly on the wall, to watch people’s lives. Because certainly, the lives of others contain more mystery than our own, no matter how fascinating.
Other times I wish I didn’t have to hear the rest of that conversation, or see the rest of that story.
I guess I’m just a born stalker.