Hold your shoulders back, and remember who you are...

I often wonder if when people look at me, or wonder what I'm doing, if they find me to be mysterious, and strange, and want to know more about me, or if I'm so easily readable by sight that they know exactly what I'm thinking and feeling, and how I see them and what I see in them. However, after sitting in Chipotle for an hour, eating by myself, near the window, watching the people walk passed me, and meeting with their girlfriends, and meeting with their friends, and walking over from a long day in school, and striking deals with web designers, and flipping off the person who almost ran into you while you were cutting off the next person, I realized, that people are far too preoccupied with their own concerns and probably don't ponder about things quite as deeply as I do.