Today, as I walked through Wal-Mart to pick up a few things, I noticed someone looking at me. I glanced back of course, hey I’m single – and have been for two years now without dating at all – and they were attractive. And of course, as I left the store as I was putting the bag in my car, a song turned on that perked up my ear. So I turned my head to the left. And there they were. Looking back at me as they drove away, their stare held just a little longer than it normally would be.
Now it’s not lost on me that I won’t see this person again. That for all I know they could be in a committed happy relationship. But it got me thinking, clearly that’s what I always do. About how long it’s been since I’ve met someone new. And furthermore, how would I answer those typical questions, what do you do? So I started thinking more.
Why do we answer those questions with the job we need to do? The one that pays our bills? Instead of answering with what lights up our soul, our passions? What do you do? I write poetry, and make jewelry. I read endlessly. It paints such a different picture than to say I manage sales people, doesn’t it?
I suppose what I’m trying to say is that I’m sick of answering those same old questions in the same old mundane way. When I have the chance to get to know someone again, I want to know their soul. Not what they do for a living.
The Girl Without A Face 