I look around, sitting on buses, trains, in crowded lecture theatres, in busy streets and quiet cafes, and I think to myself, what of these people? Who are they? What secrets do they hold?
Well ok, if we’re being honest it started with me, and how no one knows me, how I can be like a closed book, until you choose to ask me almost anything, for given the freedom to speak I undoubtedly will. But I did wonder, or do wonder, because there is much of me that you don’t know, may never know. I mean, I sit on the bus as an average, everyday person, sit in a crowded lecture theatre as a bored and tired student, craving a coffee and any excuse to escape the monotony that’s become my life. I sit in a cafe as a lonely individual, busy reading her book and drinking her tea. But there’s more, to me, and you.
What if the person sitting next to me in the lecture theatre today is the next Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, well not the next, but maybe the one after that. What if that kid on the bus who can’t sit still and is always playing with his basketball is that way because he’s going to be a pro basketballer, the next Michael Jordan? What if you’re a secret genius? An undercover superhero? What if you just have a really interesting story that’s bursting to get out, but no one’s willing to listen? What if we stopped thinking so much about ourselves and our stories and asked. Would that be weird? ~Maybe.
Me and a friend sat in a coffee shop the other day and people watched, curiously. We looked to the couple at our left and wondered whether this was a first date, a fifth or maybe a habit they’ve formed after years of being together. The guys down the end, one in business attire, the other plain clothed, friends? Out on business matters? Then two guys walked in with big cameras, slung around their necks; what are they doing with their cameras? Are they professionals or just tourists enjoying the view and taking a break from their busy sightseeing. And what about you; what’s your story, your hidden talent?
I was discussing with another group of friends our hidden superhero strength, I suppose everyone’s got something, some are more useful than others. I can raise my ear lobes, a talent I honed during my last year of school, a new form of procrastination, effective even in the most dire of moments, you don’t need any extra props, food, a kitchen, a room to clean, just you and your ears. I’m thinking of showing it off at my next interview, and then, when they think they’ve seen enough, I’ll ask for the exit and show them my other superhero strength – I’ll moonwalk right out of there! Another of my friends has a talent slightly more useful, she can carry any number of grocery bags you throw at her. Mostly I think it’s because she refuses to go back twice, her arms will recover but having to walk back for a second load just takes too much effort. One girl I know can literally just hear a piece of music and play it, maybe that’s not so freaky in the music world, but to me, if she was doing that when she was three, it’s kind of impressive. I know one guy who got top grades even when he had glandular fever. I get jealous of those kinds of talents, the useful ones. I’ve met people who’ve travelled the world and you’d never know until you do the math and realise they didn’t start university until years after they finished school, then when they start filling in the gaps I’m floored because I like to think I’ve travelled a lot.
It’s funny, you just never know I guess. I mean there’s stuff I don’t even know about myself, but with you? I have no idea. Apparently, my friend knows this guy who works as a security guard now, but back in the day he was doing Ironman and massive triathlons in Hawaii – where you swim for over 3km, ride for 180 and then have to run a marathon – over 40kms, isn’t that insane? And you’d never know. Unless you asked I suppose.
I don’t know if I’m all of a sudden going to become that overly curious nosy no good so and so, but I tell you what, people have a story to tell. An interesting one at that. Coz it just might be that Joe Blogs who lives down the road is Mr Incredible after all.
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