Imagine a Reality

There are a lot of pictures in the world. I'm starting to catch the little ones flashing by on unexpected items (like logos on products) and think, that looks a lot like... well it's isn't really that unintentional.
My first instinct, especially as an artist, is to recreate it correctly.
Well, I've had a lot of practice suppressing instincts, so let's hope I can be a little smarter in the future and wait til I actually know what I'm doing. It isn't really a problem, just a little over zealous.

Some other wondrous images I'm seeing now are people moving in slow motion. It's nice because it gives me time to react, and maybe get away with pretending I saw nothing.

Let's hope I actually see in slow motion and that my actions go unnoticed, because I embarrass myself a bit.

Today, for instance, I saw a guy wearing some ridiculous white over-the-ear headphones...and right as I realized who it was time seemingly slowed down so that my glance and recognition transformed into a quick-thoughtless glance and no reaction... in any case, I think too much.

I realized, though, that I've been dreading seeing this individual for some time, and at times I mused over how I would be if we crossed paths. Pretending not to see him was not actually any of those reactions. Maybe it was for the best, though, because my over-analytical self swears he saw me recognize him in the reflection of a window he was walking toward. My friend said he did notice me, so if he wanted to say hi... I doubt there would be much difference, actually.

On the other hand, this other person I saw moving in slow motion yesterday might actually benefit from knowing how I reacted to seeing her... who knows.

I saw her once for a second, and my heart about exploded out of my chest. I wasn't expecting that...

...and like a stalker I was waiting outside the building to see if I'd see her again that day so I could give her a book. Over analyzing this situation, I tried imagining every possible way I could see her. I reasoned that by doing this, I couldn't be surprised and I could be really smooth about it. But the way she appeared... I wasn't expecting that either.

I looked up to see her coming from afar through the trees... but why did the wind have to blow her hair right then? Whipping her hair back like some kind of other-worldly being descending onto the earth.

My friends seem to be saying it's all in my head. To them, she might not even really exist.

If that's the case I have a really awesome imagination. So I'm going to try to imagine... a different sort of reality.