At the grocery store I smiled at the checkout
lady and she asked how I was doing. We’ve seen each other hundreds of times. I
don’t know her name and she doesn’t know mine. However, when I come to the
grocery store with a tiny baby, she’ll probably write a story in her head about
me, if she hasn’t already.
I’ve been writing stories in my head about the people I see
all the time, but don’t know, since my college days. I even give some of these familiar strangers
nicknames to match the story I imagine their life to be. I work out at the same
gym I’ve been working out at for the last ten years. The familiar people I’ve
seen there all have personas in my mind, life stories that match how I see
them. We’ve never spoken, but we smile at each other as if to say, “Hi. I’m
busy working out, but I see you there.”
After meeting one of these familiar people at a
really fancy dress gala — discovering that she wasn’t the corporate human
resources worker I imagined (she’s a professor at a prestigious local college)
— I decided to start talking to people. I got to know that the guy I called
Washed-up Rock Star is actually named Jon and he was in a band, once upon a
time. I found out the woman I called Over-achiever Mom, is an aerobics
instructor and, yes, a mother of four young children.
The only drawback to getting to know these people I have
shared only workouts and no conversation with for years? My workouts have
become a bit less productive. I talk more and work out less…because now, I know
everyone and they know me.
How many places do you go frequently enough to recognize the
same people over and over…yet, you never talk? What would your life be like if
you opened your mouth and talked to them?
