Alone in LAX

I walked down the airport's grand hallway. Normally I think in emotions and reactions but in LAX I was thinking in strangely clear sentences. Maybe that is what happens when you are alone. You substitute the improvisation of real human interaction with a pseudo-dialogue between you and yourself. I had some pretty interesting conversations. Mostly I was judging other people. "You're kind of hot." "Wow that guy looks totally British." I wonder what their internal commentators had to say about me. "Why is that guy glaring at everyone?" "Where are his parents?" That's why I don't trust quiet people. I know they're quiet because they are listening. Not you, but to their panel of judges.