Timothy Leary (via bestmention)
Hm, interesting perspective.
On our way to the bar, we stopped at the 7-11 around the corner so my friend could pick up a pack of cigarettes. As I wandered into the candy aisle, you stood there waiting, with your arms crossed and your back barely leaning against the shelf that housed the nuts and jerky. I could feel you watching me. Then you tilted your head to the side, raised your soft blue eyes to meet mine, and asked, “Penny for your thoughts?”
"Umm…" was apparently the only word, or sound, I could muster.
"I don’t mean I need a penny, I’m asking what you’re thinking."
"I know. I know what you meant. It’s just…. my mind is blank."
The latter of my response was a lie. I couldn’t make my mind thoughtless, even if I tried. I’m constantly observing and analyzing my surroundings, picking up little details about people. You, and everything else about that night, were no exception.
At that moment, I was thinking how nervous you made me feel. How the way you spoke had the potential to make me question the things I was so certain of. How I couldn’t remember the last time someone asked for my thoughts before they told me theirs. How every interaction I had with you that night confirmed just how genuine and sincere you seemed. How long it’s been since I felt attracted to someone. And how even if I never saw you again, I would be grateful for having met you.
But instead of telling you those things, I just smiled. We walked out and I watched you slowly jog to catch up to your friend.
Even then, I knew meeting you that night was going to change me in some way. And that the curiosity you sparked in me, would also mean you would occupy some space in my mind for the next few days, or even weeks, to come.