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| Walking with Shadows |
You see the picture I have attached? Nice, isn't it? Artistic even. You notice how they're just walking fairly close to each other in a straight line. Now, because I can't leave this alone, here's a twist - what if none of them actually knew each other? Maybe not the man holding his son's hand, but you know what I mean.
Who walks this close to a stranger? You should further notice, that there's a lot of room for them to spread out in this picture. They don't necessarily have to be an arms's brush away.
Applying this to daily life, I found myself the other day walking at approximately the same pace as a woman in front of me, and we were stalker distance apart. I was, of course, behind her which would make me the stalker and her the stalkee. Or, to look at the picture, I was shadowing her.
We could have gone on like this for some time, but we didn't. Did she turn onto another street? Did I? No, I put a motor on my ass and shot past her like a rabid gazelle. It's called being proactive.
Who walks this close to a stranger? You should further notice, that there's a lot of room for them to spread out in this picture. They don't necessarily have to be an arms's brush away.
Applying this to daily life, I found myself the other day walking at approximately the same pace as a woman in front of me, and we were stalker distance apart. I was, of course, behind her which would make me the stalker and her the stalkee. Or, to look at the picture, I was shadowing her.
We could have gone on like this for some time, but we didn't. Did she turn onto another street? Did I? No, I put a motor on my ass and shot past her like a rabid gazelle. It's called being proactive.
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