As much as I like to say that I’m not a “people person,” sometimes it hits me that it’s not really that true. Everything I do seems to involve people in some way.
I like to write. I like to act. I like psychology and sociology.
All. Involve. People.
What. Where did all of this come from? How has my general hatred for humanity have allowed this in me?
How is it possible for someone like me to enjoy doing stuff that requires me to study people? Is it possible that I love it because I don’t understand people and want to?
I don’t know. I really don’t.
I like crafting people, though. As much as I cringe when I create a character that bothers me, I know it’s good. It’s good because if I want to punch a character in the face, then they’re real to me. If they’re real to me, then surely another could see them the same way.
And that gives me hope. Hope that I’m not the only one that thinks of characters as people, that I’m not alone in the way I feel.
I like discovering things–about myself and others. Maybe that’s why people-watching is so much fun. You can learn what other people live like and can even make up a story for how they got to be who they are.
I should do that more. You should too.