Who are strangers?
I am surrounded by people that i do not know.
I’ve been spending alot of time alone this year – so I feel unqualified for alot of these ‘other people’ meditations.
Today I used the television to look at beautiful strangers.
What I noticed is that not many people are ‘beautiful’ in that magazine way.
In fact, I noticed that very few people look like the people we use to represent us
So what is beautiful?
I hear all the cliches – everyone is beautiful – it comes from inside – life itself beautiful.
I agree with these things – yet what makes people beautiful for me?
What makes me look twice and think about HOW that person looks? And is it important?
I don’t know.
I like hairy, toned men – not too muscular.
They are almost always white. I have increasing questions about this. .
I think I’m ok with it…the thing is, I’m not really interested in how people look.
I am less sure when there is concrete difference involved – blindness, scars etc but this lasts only for the time it takes to know each other.
I’m not sure how to address overt situations like this – I used to be direct, but as I grow older, I recognise that they are human, and like everyone else, they are sometimes consious about how they come across.
I’ll continue to look at people this week – it’s been interesting – eyes, ears, noses, skin, hair, legs, arms….gosh, it’s all so intricate and marvellous.
Tonight spirits are high, voices are loud, there’s singing and dancing and I recognise that there are a lot of different types of people here.
I am giddy.
I feel ok to be myself, to be human.