I Wonder About Them. (06/10/17)

It's comforting to see no one else trembling in fear. They move around so relaxed; accustomed to this funny little swing they do with their arms when they walk. They see people so confidently. Running into someone at the grocery store. They're so confident of their acceptance. They smile with such ease, and they're so communal. One has a runaway shopping cart and another swoops in to catch it before it damages any cars.

"Happens to the best of us," He says with a chuckle to the lady in high heels panting like a dehydrated dog.

They know so much about themselves, yet somehow they're so oblivious to their societal talents.

But I wonder if they're all still sad. I wonder if they're brilliant secret-keepers, with distorted minds wrapped around something they can't control within them. Something that really rattles them. I wonder if they all say their fine while they contemplate a justification of that one simple lie. I wonder if they know they need help, or if their pride consumes them. I wonder if they're communal because they need someone to save to ignore their inner beings. I wonder if they're starving for a distraction.

I wonder if they're all exactly the same.

xx.

-nonni.