As we wander through life we pass so very many people along the way that have no significance in our own personal stories. They are like extra’s on a movie set and some times, they are just one dimensional creatures that you wonder if you step a different way if they are complete on all sides. I was in NY over the weekend and in the time I spent with my different friends; I fell into that bubble where we were so into our own ‘moment’ that everyone else just wandered along to the side. We were laughing and crying and sometimes just walking along in silence, a world outside of this world and outside of this time. The only people that were allowed into our bubble were the ones we brought in ourselves.
My question or thought I guess, is why do we allow people into our stories that have negative impacts on us or cause mayhem to us? Is it because we all crave the drama of the situation and why can’t those people be like a good story, when their use is done, just disappear off of the written page and out of the story never to be seen again?
