Yesterday I found myself in the role of a modern day Schwartz trying to interpret what I saw take place between a man and a woman. I was walking down the street and in the distance I saw a man and a woman a little bit apart. They both appeared to be about 20 years of age. Suddenly the woman ran up to the man and flung her arms around his neck and started kissing him. I assumed that I was just seeing a public display of affection between a couple. The man tried to push her away. She said "you don't really mean it." He said "yes, I do mean it." Then he kept saying "let go of me" and tried to free himself. She kept clinging to him. Finally he said "there is a cop over there. If you don't let me go, I am going to call him." She reluctantly let go. He gave her one last little push and walked away. She looked after him for a few seconds and then just crumpled to the ground and started crying hysterically. I felt very badly for her.
I guess the moral of the story is that things aren't always what they first appear to be. I can't imagine how Schwartz would have described this scenario not understanding a word of it..
Also in the observation department, I saw a woman standing in front of an apartment building. She was angrily throwing things into the trunk of her car. When she was done, she slammed the trunk, looked up at the apartment building, threw back her arm as high and as far as she could go, thrust it forward, extended her middle finger and yelled "so long, mother *******. Don't know what that was all about. Maybe an eviction or bad roomates.
And finally, this Monday morning on the subway looking at the faces, it was clear that Thoreau hit the nail on the head when he said "the mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation."
So there you have it. Human behavior in all its glory.
c.d.
I guess the moral of the story is that things aren't always what they first appear to be. I can't imagine how Schwartz would have described this scenario not understanding a word of it..
Also in the observation department, I saw a woman standing in front of an apartment building. She was angrily throwing things into the trunk of her car. When she was done, she slammed the trunk, looked up at the apartment building, threw back her arm as high and as far as she could go, thrust it forward, extended her middle finger and yelled "so long, mother *******. Don't know what that was all about. Maybe an eviction or bad roomates.
And finally, this Monday morning on the subway looking at the faces, it was clear that Thoreau hit the nail on the head when he said "the mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation."
So there you have it. Human behavior in all its glory.
c.d.
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