depending on who is inside an elevator with you, you may obtain feelings of wishing this ride would never end or feelings of utter desperation as if you're swimming with jaws or something. have you ever observed the awkward silence or the fleeting moment eyes and gazes collide as someone enters and leaves an elevator? while the ride occurs you shuffle your feet, look up to the ceiling, feign that the numbers on the wall are the most exciting thing since sliced bread and avoid any inappropriate lengths of staring which may be taken as scary/pedophiliac/rude. perhaps its me but its in this instance where suddenly you're another stranger to a stranger, where the possibility of being stuck inside in an event of misfortune is a reality and for that instance you are at your most vulnerable.
perhaps the man/woman of your dreams is inside with you, perhaps your long lost relative haha. i don't know im just being idealistic. but really, elevators can be the origin to which something flourishes in your life. what is the real meaning of today's thought? nothing at all. it was utterly random haha. all i can say is next time you enter an elevator be nice. don't be like those grouchy fags that push their trolleys into your feet and pout as if they have an appointment with the devil or something. smile to strangers, not in that way... and you never know. perhaps you can say its just optimistic of me, but you can never really tell who you'll meet and what they'll mean to you inside an elevator haha.
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p.s. this made me laugh haha,
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