Notes about people in general.

I've often found myself curiously singling out particular groups of people, and filling out their life stories to complete it in my mind, thinking the answer will make me feel just that little bit better. Where is the missing mother in this Chinese family? Is she alive? I pity them for a moment, and someone asks for me. They actually speak English. No, Mama Chang just had to work back in Hong Kong.  I don't know if I'm relieved or disappointed. Why are there a group of 37 year old (yes I did the math) women here - a bad divorce, mid life crisis perhaps? I make a mental note to find the answer on Facebook.

However the bulk of young people fall into the category of "lost souls looking to find their place in this world". In which cases, I have given them almost a single, unified personality, varying only in their sense of dress or brand of backpack/prissy wheelie bag. But whether you're the harem-pant-and-hippy-braid girl, or Lycra-pant-and-fluoro-Nike, I still see a disguise and the pessimistic side of me tries to complete all 22 years of your life. Not in a good way. Is this all a disguise? What are you even doing here? Stupid question Rochelle - do you think you're better than everyone else, here for some special, superior reason? 
What are they doing here? To party or sightsee? Are they so mutually exclusive? I try to find the answer by judging their camera sizes. 

  Big SLRs = sightseers;

  Small point-and-shoot = party animals; 

  iPhone cameras = the shitface at the party / snapchatter looking for a hot date.
  iPad cameras = umm...

Wait, mine is the small point-and-shoot. iPhone if lazy.

I change my criteria: SLRs now for the rich and superficial. Point-and-shoot for the cool backpacker. Bro, you can find an excellent scenic photo on Google for free. Use your money for more important shit. 

Anyway this was meant to be an apology post but I think I've exacerbated the situation. I'm sorry for being judgemental. No really I felt like shit after I wrote that last one and wanted to make up for it. But this is a journey, it will take time. This is what happens when you write what you think and not what you do. It's bitchy, and not even moderately uplifting/pleasurable to read. I do admire your relative detachment from most materials, some people, and even places. I'll write a better post next time.