I was driving home today, and I came to the realisation that I make up lives for the people in the cars around me.
People who appear to be happy, who allow you in, who are generally polite are given lives that are fun and full.
People who cut me off, who can't drive and who don't smile are given the lives that are busy and rushed and stressed.
I know that my mum makes up stories of where people are going and what they are doing... 3 white cars following eachother are on their way to the same wedding... it does not matter that they take different exits off of the highway... for that moment in time, they had what my mother said they did.
I wonder what other people think when they observe others.
What kind of life do others give me?
What do you think of?