to my beautiful son, i leave this picture of a sweet dragon i found on google images when i typed in cool dragons
I have pictures of 20 different people hanging on the wall in my dorm. 46 pictures. 20 people. Each one of them holds a different place in my heart and each one of them have lives and stories. But I have never been asked about any of them. So many people have walked in and out of this room and not once has someone asked “how did you meet them” or “what’s their story”. Not that they should care but it’s just never come up. Isn’t it strange that each one of these people is doing something completely different right now? And I have no idea what it is. Some of them might be sleeping and other could be watching tv for all I know.
It’s not even that they have different stories it’s that I’ve known all of them for AT LEAST a year some of them longer. But I don’t know their whole story. I don’t know where they are or what their thinking or who they’re with. I don’t know how they feel or what they want. And in most cases I don’t know what they were doing 2 years ago. Or 3. All these people have different stories and timelines.
And the weirdest part? My roommate could pass one of them on the street and not even know who it was. She’s seen pictures of them on my wall for 6 months and she know nothing about them. She will never know anything about them. And at the same time, the people hanging on my wall won’t know this stranger I’ve lived with for 6 months. Over half of them couldn’t pick her out of a line up.
Isn’t that weird? I’m not sure what brought that on but I needed to say it.