Just Ask

Sometimes when I drive I like to look at the people's faces as they drive in the opposite lane. Why?

1. Cause it's interesting
2. I got nothing better to do
3. I'm just weird.

And it's funny cause some people's faces look like they're mad at the world. Some act hard and think they're too cool for the world. And some...just straight up look like they don't belong in this world.

But point is, I love people watching. I love people. Well certain types of people I could really do without but people fascinate me. How we interact with each other, how we get to be who we are, and what we do when we think no one's watching. Hm...okay last part sounded hella creepy but...i'm not! I promise. haha When people see babies or little kids, they usually think of all the potential they have in them. I think in reverse. When I see the homeless or really shady people (not putting the two together, because they are completely separate), it amazes me that they all were babies at one point, and some were probably hella cute babies too. But what happened in their lives that they got to that point? What life events happened that led a really cute, happy baby into a man who spends his nights in a sleeping bag on the hard, cold sidewalk? Or into someone who doesn't mind tricking someone, even a friend out of all their life savings?

I remember when I used to go out to Skid Row in LA on some friday nights. It's a church that meets literally on the corner of the street in the area where most of the homeless are and is open to everyone. It's focus is to help out those in the streets to hear the good word and also to help them out. What I love is that it's so real. We just stand and listen to the sermon and afterward pass out food and clothes and whatevers donated directly to them. I usually would help pass out clothes to the women and I was always focused on getting them what they needed, or look for what would fit them and in the end, I never really asked about their story but just made small talk. I figured, why ask them the stories in their lives that they probably don't want to talk about. Once a woman came wearing a shirt and a large jacket but no pants and asked if their were any pants for her. What happened? I didn't ask, I was focused on finding something to help cover her up and once I did, I let her walk away. Once I did talk to a woman for awhile and she told me how she had to find cans in the morning to recycle earn money and other things of her life. I listened as she told me things and at the end, she thanked me for listening because it was hard for her to find people to talk to. I wish I took more initiative in finding out about every single one of their lives because that's a sign of care. And if we all just cared to ask about each other, I think we'd find a lot more love in the world.