When I see someone walking down the street I wonder what kind of people they're friends with. I wonder what they ate for breakfast, where their favorite restaurant is. It's almost as if they're a blank canvas and I just painted them their world. I don't understand why I do this, it's almost like a disease/hobby. I imagine what they do on the weekends, if they like cream in their coffee or simply what their room looks like. I even apply this to everything i.e. Myspace! If I see some ditsy little teenybopper's myspace with pink sparkles bordering her page, I immediately assume that she spends half her day texting superficial people and she listens to Paramore all the while "Tee-Vo"ing "the Hills" to see what new drama Lauren has gotten herself tangled up with, but then take it a step further... I see her brushing her teeth with a purple toothbrush with Colgate (crest never made them pearls really sparkle) and her laundry basket is filled to the brim because she couldn't decide what to wear for the weekend.

I don't know, I guess what I'm trying to do is justify my subconscious prejudgmental habit...

But then it also answers the question of how I seem to be so comfortable around strangers, it's as if I already know them.

A thousand times I've failed
Still your mercy remains
And should I stumble again
Still I'm caught in your grace

Everlasting, Your light will shine when all else fades
Never ending, Your glory goes beyond all fame