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You know how people say that they like to make up stories for people that they see when they are out and about? I do that too, but mainly with people in photographs. If I'm out, I don't have time to observe and create. When I'm scrolling through Pinterest, I do. Of course, on Pinterest everyone's life is perfect. Maybe that's the fun of creating; you can make the bad parts and then decide how they deal with them. But nobody ever really deals with the bad stuff in a perfect way. 

There is a word: sonder. It's "the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own" and it's probably the weirdest thing to think about. Obviously when you meet people and get to know them, you learn about them and their problems and what they are fixing or hurting. It's just not often that you think about what the people in line behind you at Wendy's are dealing with in their lives.

Sometimes the world, which is really your version of the world, is crazy and hard and too much. It feels like everything is you, you, you and there is no one else. And it's weird to think that someone somewhere feels the exact same way at the exact time that you do. 

catch you later,

Karleigh

"Mama said there'd be days like this." // The Shirelles