I’ve known my share of folks who walk without purpose and whose heads swivel from side to side as though something is circling them. Something pleasant, I think, since they don’t seem annoyed. These are folks whose meager means for, well, whatever (fill in the blank) seem to be more than adequate. They are despicably serene, obviously unmotivated.
Whenever I pass a person like this, I wave. I’ve known myself to fall into this category and will probably fall into it again. Flashing back to the age of 15, I can see myself ambling around Silver Lake, my eyes bouncing from side to side. Not furtively, not curious even, but content. Eyes as spunges.
My perception of these folks is that they are, in fact, uniformly serene. Entirely without problems. I also perceive them to be dull, uncaring, ridiculous, etc. I know I’m off, though. As sure as life at 15 did not consist of blithe relaxation, I know I’m off. They have problems, too. We all do, right?