I believe that the most interesting thing about people is all the mundane, everyday stuff that we all experience routinely.
Breakfast, hair-style, clothes, work, family, shoes, love, dreams, washing, cats…whatever. It is all wonderful to sit and observe.
I’ve just found yet another prime example of my naivety.
Up until about 2 minutes ago I always believed the word “voyeur” to describe someone who liked to sit and observe goings-on. As such I was about to call myself one.
Since, happily, before I did so I researched and discovered the word actually has a slightly more edgy meaning, I will no longer be referring to myself as voyeuristic. An easy mistake to make. Who knew.
This is not that kind of blog. Sorry.