'To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all'

'Well June told me its her wedding party today but I haven't even been invited!'
'Yeah you got invited but I didnt! Should I still come anyway...?'
'How long will you be then? Tell me what to do, so I'm not hanging round lenton for half an hour like a lost sheep!'

Don't you just love it when you're on the bus and you can hear people on the phone. Naturally you find yourself eavesdropping and listening in on conversations you probably shouldn't be listening to. I think it's interesting though. I mean these people you sit with on the bus, you have no idea who they are or what their stories are.  All you know is that they need to get from A to B, just like you do. 

You don't even pay attention to half of them, apart from the really weird ones, you know the ones that stand out... The old woman that insists on starting a conversation with you. That old man sat at the back of the bus talking to himself. The mother with the screaming child in the pram. The cool kids on the bus who seem to rule the back seat.  Only those ones stand out.The ones that play up to the stereotypes.  But what about the woman sat behind you with weary eyes, the man on his way home from work to be greeted by an empty home, or even the lady planning to gatecrash 'June' and her wedding party.

Ok, I can't believe I'm just rambling on about people on buses... But do you ever not think what someone else s life is like? I mean, we must interact with thousands of people all the time, over the phone, in the shops, at the gym, on nights out, at uni, at work etc. I'm just fascinated by people and different lifestyles I guess, some times I see people and I find myself wanting to know more about them. Not in a weird creepy stalker-ish kind of way though. Just in a I wonder what happens in other peoples lives kind of way. Like how we ore obsessed with the lives of celebrities...
I guess I should stop fascinating over other peoples lives and just concentrate on my own.