I walk around the world wanting to fill myself. Not with food necessarily, but with life. With love. I want to interact with everyone I meet. I wonder things, nosy things, that are not appropriate to ask. Like my daily T sighting of the lonely eyed man and his small daughter. Is he a single dad? Where’s the mom?! What happened? Does the cheerful man that bags my groceries have a family? Is he happy? Why does he only where his wedding ring sometimes? I wonder about my professors, one in particular. I want to know everything about her, her life story, her personal business. How did she get to be so… for lack of a better term, freaking awesome? What does it take to become like that?