18 April 2012
Im sitting in a waiting room right now and its got me thinking. When sitting in a waiting room you're surrounded by random people. People you may pass in the street every day going about their business, things to do and places to go. Its only for a short amount of time that our stories entwine by pure chance before we strangers part ways and go on with our lives. So take time to enjoy a waiting room for you could be in the presence of greatness and not know it. Just think of the possibilities that could be held in this room. The hands that could have touched that magazine you're re-reading. But talk oh no you cannot talk to anyone in the waiting room. You must sit in silence and stare at the floor play with your phone or admire the terrible photo of you on your drivers licence. I find it odd how we all fall in to these little habits and ways when presented with a situation. Waiting rooms perhaps then are not waiting rooms at all but portals to a place where social etiquette goes out the window. It would be simple to ask somewhere where they are from or where they are going, but no you stay quiet and possibly give a subtle nod to acknowledge them leaving but that is all. Then they are lost and replaced by another stranger who steals their seat when it's still warm.
One day i want to follow someone from the waiting room to see where they go... But seeing as I'm in the waiting room for stalkers anonymous, that might not be a good idea.
Old habits and what not.
Waiting Rooms • Opuss № I