One of the advantages of working for a huge company is that I can perfect my skill in elevator stalking. Years ago I noticed that the minute people enter an elevator they look at the walls, at the numbers, at the ground, anywhere but at each other. It they do happen to entertain a glance it's to offer a quick smile and return their attention to the ground.
I decided I would always be the one to break the ice. When I walk into an elevator I say hello to everyone, comment on something I might spot, and establish a conversation that will usually draw in everyone. My co-workers get a big chuckle out of it. They feel shy in elevators.
The fact is that we all go through life ignoring each other, pretending we're by ourselves. Where's the fun in that? There are incredible people out there, so many of them it can literaly take your breath away.
I've discovered an old man who shares a love affair with life, a young girl who fosters a meth baby, two people that have recently fallen in love. It's amazing.
From a writer's point of view I will say that an elevator is also the best place to pick up dialogue for any book. Listen to those who share this world with you. They provide tidbits that might become the stories of legends.
Have a great weekend!
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Socrates believed that the gods provided us with a type of insanity. The illness was responsible for poetry, mysticism, love, and philosophy. He called it Divine Madness. We call it intuition, inspiration, the muse. Regardless, I have been contaminated. This blog is an attempt to share the ramblings in my head by the subtle stroking of keys. I'm going to touch upon those situations that move me and define me as human.
