Don't be afraid of me

Today, as I waited for the bus to arrive, a drunk man sat between me and a classmate on a bench. He mumbled a few slurred words at us and, curious, I pulled my headphones from my ears to listen. I didn't say anything but he looked at me with his blue eyes every few moments. Over and over again he would murmur things to the girl on his other side, and she'd politely respond as best she could. He mentioned things like his kids and his divorce over and over again. He repeatedly said he'd messed up again by coming to talk to us, that his kids would be angry with him again. Finally, he turned to me and his eyebrows wrinkled together. "Why are so... so scared of me? You don't need to be afraid," he said. I only then realized I'd subconsciously been leaning over the arm rest, as far away from him as possible without falling out of the seat.

If body language really does make up most of what we say, I'm going to need to start paying more attention.

Revamping

Finland is such a beautiful place, with a view from every corner that is too perfect. The air is fresh and makes me feel ashamed to spend even a minute indoors. Even when it's raining, I just want to run outside and sing myself silly in the rain : ) maybe that's what I'll do later.