Saturday, August 10, 2013

Eye Contact

I don't fit in at baseball games. The more I go, the more I begin to wonder why I'm there. I love going and watching, but I just get bored way too easily. I also hate loud noises and crowds. I'm pretty sure if I was put on the big screen like all of the other fans, I'd be that one person not paying attention while asleep or on their phone. I'm still a bit scarred from when I was 12 years old and ran up to get a ball from a player and he made eye contact with me and then threw it to a 7 year old. I'm sorry, you made eye contact with me, not that 7 year old jerk. Ever since, I've had trouble trusting baseball players... I mean I just saw someone get hit with a bat in the crowd. I've learned that if I ever date a baseball player and we break up, he will most likely throw a bat at my head. However what I do thoroughly enjoy is looking at strangers and seeing how they act and look. I just saw a legitimate southern bell posing in from of her much-older (Husband? Boyfriend? Lover? Sugar daddy?). I think my true passion in life is taking pictures of me with one of these people without them knowing. Enjoy this picture of me waving to someone, but it looks like I'm trying to touch the woman's hair in front of me.

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