Sunday, February 26, 2006
age ... a passing acquaintance
I've never really been on friendly terms with my age ... but neither have the terms been unfriendly. More like "How do you do?" when passing on the street terms. It's like those moments when you see a fellow blogger on the sidewalk and you think ... "I know I must know them from somewhere," ... so you give a slight nod when you make eye contact when passing and then wrack your brain afterwards wondering how you know the person.
Today my age and I intersected paths when I was in the dressing room at Target. It's an awkward place to meet. The hall is narrow and the stalls few in number. We actually almost nearly collided. I began a polite apology but then I looked up ... and it was her. It was like the time I actually met Donna ... she was walking out and I was walking in ...
"Hey, aren't you ... ?"
"It's good to meet you."
Eye contact was made. Recognition. And then pleasantries. But when you walk away ... you're never the same. You're a better person because a stranger now has a face, a voice, a body and you have a friend.
And I will never be the same. Because today, my age and I finally met. We just sort of caught up with each other. It was bound to happen, I suppose. I looked at her. She looked at me. Not much was said. But the moment seemed like an eternity. We nodded and stepped aside, allowing the other to pass.
I'm quite shaken by the encounter, actually. I'll never be the same.