To those I’ll never see again:
It’s weird when you think about how many millions and millions of people there are on the earth. Everyone knows it, we’re all taught it, we understand that the world is a big place that can hold an enormous amount of people but it’s a hard concept to wrap your brain around, you know? There are about 7.1 billion people living on earth, 317 million people in the United States, 38.04 million people in California, 3.858 million people living in Los Angeles, 30,243 people enrolled in my university, 250 in my biology class, 4 in my college apartment, and only one of me.
There are people we see one day that we will never see again. How crazy is that? How many people out there have I been in an elevator with that I’ll never see again? How many people are going to watch me trip on the sidewalk and glance away before laughing again? All these human beings that I glance at, talk to, smile at, doesn’t even make a dent in the population of the world and yet I see so many people each day. I was thinking about this a while ago when I was people watching. Obviously, each one of these people has their own life and their own experiences and sometimes I really wonder what their stories are.
So, this is dedicated to the people I’ve met, but will never encounter again.
To the man I held the door open that one time when leaving work: You looked important and busy, I hope you made it where you needed to be.
To the group of people in an Anaheim hotel elevator a few years ago who saw me get stuck in the closing doors: You probably don’t remember laughing at me but we had a good time, you and I.
To the girl who asked me to take a picture of her and her friends: I hope the pictures turned out okay. (And don’t hate me if they didn’t.)
To the guy I made eye contact with that one time on campus who smiled at me: I was having a crappy day and that was really nice.
To the freshman girl I met at the college orientation last year: Surprisingly, I never saw you on campus but I hope you figured out the best way to get back to your apartment.
To the guy who held the door open for me and told me I had beautiful eyes: Thank you and you made my day.
To the couple I saw walking down the street while holding hands: I hope you’re still going strong.
To the girl I met while sitting for 7 hours at jury duty: I hope you accomplish your dream of becoming a lawyer. Also, please bring something to do next time you have jury duty.
To every person I’ve talked to while waiting in lines at theme parks, waiting for a class to start, walking to class, anything: Keep going and be you because everyone’s different and that’s absolutely amazing.
You all have a story, a life, an adventure. Sometimes I feel really stupid because I can be so self-centered that I forget other people are living their life differently than me in their own way, using their own methods, dealing with their own problems and obstacles in whatever way seems best for them. We each have a different path we’re taking and it’s extremely interesting to see when and how our paths cross.
Above all else, I hope all is well.
The girl who you’ve (probably) forgotten about and it’s okay.