Outta sight, outta mind.

How many times a day do you walk by someone and think about how great a complete stranger looks or are reminded of someone you know? If you’re anything like me, the answer is a ton; sometimes people I haven’t seen or talked to in 10 years will suddenly cross my mind. However, most people (myself included) will rarely, if ever, compliment a stranger or let people know you’ve been thinking about them.

If we are all human, and it is human nature to interact with each other, why is it that so many of us subconsciously think that if we are not with someone or talking to them at the time, we basically cease to exist in their world? Many of us torture ourselves by believing that nobody cares about us because nobody ever thinks about us, when actually the opposite is true; I cannot tell you how many times I have talked to friends or discovered from my own experiences that occasionally when you think that someone has completely forgotten about you, they’re actually thinking about you the most.

People usually don’t just let you know when they’ve been thinking about you, because if we all told each other every time someone crossed our minds it would get to be a bit much (and we would never ever be able to set our phones down). But when someone does tell us that they’ve been thinking about us or when someone you haven’t talked to in weeks or years randomly texts you, it’s shocking. Why? Why is it so hard for us to believe that we are not these invisible amoebas who nobody ever pays attention to, or even less, thinks about occasionally?

It all just seems very sad to me. It’s sad that as a society we have made it unacceptable to just let people know when we are thinking about them without it coming off as creepy or weird, and it’s sad that we seem to be stuck in this never-ending loop of believing that people don’t think about us, so we don’t let them know when we are thinking about them, and in the end everybody believes that they didn’t make an impact on anyone’s life because clearly nobody cares or thinks about them.

(I promise that last sentence will make more sense if you read it a few times. Awkward writing has always been my strength.) 

I also wish it was more okay to talk to complete strangers as you pass by them. It is so strange to think that for all of the admiring of other people that we do, hardly anybody voices that. Okay, admiring may have been the wrong word but you know what I mean. You’d be lying if you said you never thought someone looked really attractive or you really liked someone’s clothes or hair or whatever floats your boat. I just feel like there is so much power and strength that can come from encouraging and complimenting people and it’s held back by this fear of coming off the wrong way. There’s also a lot of power and love that comes from telling people that if even for a split second, you thought of them. I mean I’m guilty of not telling people all of these things too, but it just seems dumb to me that we are caught in this vicious cycle that ends up benefiting no one. 

So if you’re reading this (or even if you’re not), chances are I thought about you today and think you’re pretty rad.

P.S. Sorry for the overuse of the same phrase. I’m not an English major.


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