The Windows on People
It was a silent Sunday, all alone at home with nothing going on, I was finishing cleaning the dishes, and had some music playing to help me keep going, as i finished to rinse, i looked at the time. It was 5:30pm,and as my hands dried off, i was thinking what to do for dinner, and then i looked the options available in my fridge and pantry, but with how limited it all felt, i decided to go out for a change.
As i was picking some warmer clothes, and gave a look through the window, as i noticed that it was darker then usual, making it look like it was night, with the streetlights turning on and the homes having light already visible. As i dressed up with a coat and gloves, i decided to head up to a hotdog restaurant i knew.
As i grabbed my things and got to my car, i was remembering some past memories of mine, simple things like going with my dad to places to eat when my mother was busy and wouldn't be home in time, or times we had to go for groceries together, the moments we were together in the car, talking and i used to look around, and as i was looking back through it, i remembered a thought that i was once shared with him: "We see may faces and places, we may never know anything about them, or the people that are in there". And that always fascinated me, with how many places i passed through, but never got inside, or people that i met but never memorized their faces or name, or just my eyes sighting buildings and stores that i could only look at the shopfronts or their facades, it made me think how many times someone looked at me, or how many lives i was there as just another face.
As these came to mind, i had to focus back as the traffic light turned green, and had to press the accelerator and keep going. After a while, i arrived at the place, as i left the car and locked it, and headed up to the place, walking inside, looking around and noticing it was few clients inside, with delivery men leaving already. I walked up to the counter and made my order,paying it up and was given a code for me, as i then waited for it in one of the seats at a table. As i sat there, i looked around, glancing over a couple that was chatting about their work and problems with some family members, then shifting my attention to a family, a two parents with their kid, as they had to go around the fact the kid seemingly was a bit picky with what they eat, but seem to be willing to try, even if with hesitation.
I was looking at only surface level of their lives, looking at their facades and peeking through their windows of faces. Would they do the same to me? Would they care enough to glance back, or to try peek through my own facade? Does it matter, if mostly likely i would never meet again with any of them, or record their faces and names? Are we all just background character to something much larger then us?
After a bit more waiting, my code was called out and appeared on a monitor, as i then got up and walked up to the waiter, as they handed me up my order. I thanked them and went back to my seat, opening the wrapper a bit more to be able to get a bite from the hotdog, as it buns were big, and the shoestring potatoes covering the top and onions inside, giving a extra crunch to it, with having mayo, ketchup and mustard to give extra flavor, making it all a delicious meal to have, hidden by the facade of the buns per say, just like how one may hide their interests and thoughts behind a mask that interest the less experimental of individuals.
After that, i just back home, with nothing else of interesting to note as it's was getting late, and as i arrived, it made me think how this all, my home, my appearance, it all if not another facade for someone else to look through the windows, through my eyes, and try peek a bit into my own life, my day. In the end, i guess this all, was a facade, to hide the fact, making it a more interesting moment of my day through the thoughts of my head, hidden in the facade of myself.