Pretty Potbelly

I found myself standing around people-watching at the bus station yesterday while I waited for my ride to arrive. Yes, people-watching – my post-ride entertainment. Not always very easy on the eyes but definitely a pretty interesting pastime.


You see, people-watching allows for personal growth on a very different level. When you people-watch, you put yourself in a position to learn a lot from those around you, learn about the people around you... and about yourself.

*smile*

I learned a little about myself yesterday.
My eyes get drawn to potbellied, old men.
Haha. Yuck. I know.

But it's true! For the first time, I found myself attracted to an old, grouchy, Indian man with a HUGE potbelly. I wondered why, for a minute there. I really did. What X-factor did that, of all images, have on me!? See lah!

Goodness. The tummy so big right?

And then, like a flash of lightning zip-zap-ing its way to the ground, it hit me. I knew what it was. It all became crystal clear to me. I finally saw the light.


Heck, yesterday I realised that I even get happy baby vibes when it's not-so-pleasant images I see! I automatically take a step back from reality and my mind helps me visualise the scene in a more cotton candy-ish-ly goo-goo-ga-ga manner. One with images of toddlers running around a perfectly manicured lawn and to-die-for babies lying fast asleep in my arms.

Sigh. Help. It's back.

I want my own kid.