People watching
People watching: we all do it. Whether it’s from a twelfth-floor window, a Perkin’s booth, or a Facebook account, I have yet to discover someone who doesn’t enjoy posing as an undetected ninja spy (for no valiant cause in particular, unless you count the possibility of one day saving the world through useless observations.). I never used to think of myself as a creepy people watcher. But I’ll admit, it seems —er, odd—when I know names and bagel preferences of strangers who sit in the campus coffee shop or find myself questioning why that certain student is walking that direction when they would normally be heading to class at this hour. Lately, one of my favorite places to subconsciously people watch is the campus rec center. Last night, I was chugging away some miles around the track. I had a lot on my mind—in fact, so much that when I finished I forgot myself and even decided to go upstairs. (“Upstairs” translates to impossibly heavy hand weights, mats that are presumably ...