Monday, February 13, 2006
Somehow, wherever I am, whether walking down the street, or waiting for someone at the T, people stop and ask me for directions. Do I look like I belong? Do I look like I can help? What is it about me that pulls these people in to ask me their questions? Perhaps I should just where an encircled 'i' on my hat and claim I know all. Really, I am convinced I know nothing. How are these people to trust me of all people? Will my finger point them in the right direction? Perhaps, I seem like a genuinely honest person who will say "I don't know" if indeed I do not. Whose to say my that way, turn left, turn right, cross the street will lead to their final destination. I guess they just have a feeling.