being a quiet observer has its perks and disadvantages. it’s nice to stand on the sidelines and watch other people’s lives pass by, see things they don’t see, know things they have yet to know. there is a bit of pride in that, the smugness that only knowledge can provide. still, there is only so much you can tell from listening and taking note of the unspoken. eventually an observer is just that – on the outside, the exception, excluded.
getting out of the role as an observer is harder than i thought. no wonder i’ve already stopped trying.