strangers
By Alaina Goldberg
See that girl, walking down the hall? She holds a history book in her left arm and a hot pink binder in her right. She has a white cord hanging down from her earbuds. What is she listening to, I wonder? I’ve always been intrigued by this idea. She looks sweet and girly on the outside, wearing a floral skirt and a white crop top that reveals a centimeter of her stomach. White converse adorn her feet. By the looks of her, you would assume that she is listening to Taylor Swift or some repetitive love song that has the same main idea every single time; she loved him, he broke her heart, she hates him, so now she will write a song to ridicule every single detail about him.
See that boy walking to the bus? He burdens a heavy bookbag on his back, at least a feet out, stuffed with books and binders from AP classes, probably. He also has earbuds in, listening to a song which requires him to air drum the beat to. Two beats to the left, one to the right, then three in the middle. He has to be listening to rock or something, obviously. By the looks of his dark black jeans and Eagles shirt, I’m guessing it’s oldies.
See that lady walking down the aisle? She wears workout clothes and tennis shoes, and a gold ring with a large stone in the middle, on her right ring finger. She has one earbud in and one out, in her right ear. She hums a tune to herself as she throws lean cuisine boxes into her shopping cart one by one. She also had a small box of cereal and a carton of milk. What was she listening to? I’d assume Beyonce, since she looks pretty fit, but maybe even Justin Bieber, judging by her young age.
Isn’t it odd that we can learn so much about someone by simply looking at them, yet we still are strangers?