Recently, I was standing in front of a bar – the Green Mill. As I love people-watching, I kept an eye on the various passersby, living their own lives, lost in their own conversations. I was torn between standing absolutely still and shifting from foot to foot. If I followed the former, I would perhaps blend in; people would look over me and I would just seem a fixture who belongs there for whatever reason. If the latter, then I would appear anxious, as if I was waiting for someone. (more…)