today i've been thinking a lot about how i write about my interactions with and observations of strangers. then i had the thought, i wonder how many strangers have written about me in their journals or talked about me to their husbands or made up nicknames for me in their heads.

it's something i never before considered. i don't really imagine that these types of things are similar to the thoughts i have about strangers. but i bet that a lady has come home and talked about some bitch who cut her off on the highway. and that bitch maybe was me.

or maybe even i've inspired a stranger in a different way. like if i had a really good outfit on, and then someone might think to themself, huh, i should put together royal blue and brown.

i think a lot of the time i am so wrapped up in watching people and thinking about strangers that i forgot that they might think about me too.