I wonder how many people we have seen unknowingly more than once in our lives. What I mean is… how many people have we passed on the street more than once without even knowing it? I think of this because there was this older man I saw in a lecture thing whom I saw ten minutes later in the library. Normally, I probably would not have noticed the connection between him in the lecture and in the library. The only reason I knew is because I remember in the lecture thinking how odd his hair was. Like I said he was older, so he was bald on top with the hair on the sides of his head. What was weird was that the hair that he did have was a few inches long. I guess I would consider it a type of mullet, just instead of the short hair in the front/on top, there was none. I also remember he was wearing a bright yellow shirt, but I don't know why… maybe cuz it was bright yellow. Anyway, without having made this distinction, he would have been just another elderly man on the street.
Another time this happened was last week on my way to the lightrail station, I saw this girl who had a pair of kind of puke yellow pants on. So, I made a mental note of it. Probably an hour and a half later I saw her again after I had come back from going downtown. She was by the same stop I had gotten on, by the stadium. Again, weird coincidence or just something that happens every day without my knowledge? Hmmm…
We're all interconnected. I think it would be so cool to have my own 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon, and see how far I got lol. By the way, who knew Kevin Bacon was so buff? (see picture below)

Hmm... well I don't really know the point to this blog... except maybe to try to invest in people more. You know, step out of my comfort zone and truly make an effort to show them their value, show them that their lives, their stories mean something. I think I get too busy that I forget to do this, or I use my limited avilabilty as an excuse. But maybe a simple conversation with somebody can make their day and show their worth. Maybe talking with the lady on the train instead of worrying about my sudoku, maybe that's all it takes.
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