Tuesday 25 October 2011

Rooms

When I walk into a room, the first thing I do is stereotype everyone. It's like getting to know them, only faster. There's the band's friends up front screaming. There's the girl and guy at the bar in the little world of eachothers' smiles. Two friends collapsed in a couch. A girl third wheeling.

I count how many of them I've been. The best friends. The queit one. The drunk one. Even the Guy on the stage.

People says I understand them quickly. It's probably because I am them. Or at least I was once.