The thoughts of an odd duck who sits alone in a night cafe, with a stylo in his right, a journal in his left, a valise under his chaise, a tasse on the table, and plenty of time to pass.
One thing that people-watchers often fail to realize is that there're other people watchers out there who could be observing them. I sometimes forget that little fact until it's too late and the observer has already made his/her analyses. I have a profound respect for true people watchers... who make judgements but are open to changing them. I strive to do that. Ohh, the many impressions I recieve from people, some of them become debunked when i actually get to know them. anybody wanna go with me for a people watching trip sometime? maybe at a café or a park or something...