3rd/Watch
I watch people. So many pay little attention to the actions their bodies take. You have a lot of free time when you don't sleep; some of it I used to study behavioural psychology. It's a fascinating if imprecise science, having helped me out on a number of occasions. Little motions, invisible if you don't know where to look for them, can reveal emotions hidden from view, or reinforce those that are expressed. I look at some of my friends and see confusion, happiness, sadness, anger, true love. It serves as a constant reminder of our ever-shifting lives.
Love is quite the thing to see. I always like to observe as a close couple spot each other down a busy street or across a crowded coffee shop: irises dilate, stances shift upwards, smiles break out. Sometimes you can even see their breathing speed up a little, excitement in emotion displaying itself in the tiny ways of our subconscious mind. Heartbeats rise. Eyes dart. Arms and legs uncross. It's a true thing of beauty, the way our bodies speak to each other without us even needing to use words.
I have often wondered what it would be like to control pheromones. Our power to interact with each other using invisible chemicals secreted from beneath our skin would be quite the ability if we could control it with any intentional degree of accuracy. We pick up on the traces drifting in the air around us, sensing emotions left in the wake of friend and stranger alike. Seduction, manipulation, subterfuge, trickery, the simple way one might convince another to play their way. The subtle, elegant subtext of chemicals and body language underpins everything we say and do, a perfect completeness in our actions.
Everything I sense, I act upon. I may be at fault for that: I can't sit on information that matters to me if I could use it to help another, but at the same time I drive myself down by suppressing my own feelings, my angers and uncertainties. Here is an example from my #life:
My two oldest friends are two young men called Chris and Nick. I have literally known them since birth: our mothers shared a maternity ward. We went to the same nursery, the same primary school, followed the same trends and lived through the same events. Since traversing the bridge between primary and secondary education, I dropped my old friends and took on new ones, but they stayed. We went to separate schools, and it made no difference. We remained good friends, meeting at night and on the weekends for games of paintball, snowboarding, skydiving, fun.
I hadn't heard from Chris for a little while, when three months ago I was talking to Nick and he dropped an alarming piece of information. Chris' #life had fallen apart: his girlfriend had left him, he failed his final exams, his parents divorced. He had sunken into #depression. Two police officers had dragged him, kicking and screaming and biting and swearing, off a trainline in Kent, following a failed suicide attempt. I did not sit on the information.
Not 48 hours after hearing this, I kicked his bedroom door down and yelled at him until he got out of bed, dressed for the first time in days and begrudgingly got into a car borne for our closest paintball ground. We played for a full day, and we had fun, and we talked. Me and him and Nick, oldest friends, talking through every problem that had beset each of us. I had recently called out of love; Nick's parents divorced when he was young. We showed Chris that he was not alone.
Chris made an astonishing recovery after our day of intervention. It has been only a few months, but he's off his antidepressants, he's attending university and he got himself a decent job, working part-time for Royal Mail. I'm proud of what I did, and I know that I only did it because I couldn't leave knowledge alone, not without acting on it, not without making it right. And that's exactly what we did.
So watch your friends closely. Too many people suffer in silence, even from the minor issues that nobody should have to worry about. There is a saying: 'a problem shared is a problem halved'. It's not true. Sharing a problem won't fix it. The only thing that any of us can say with any certainty is that a problem shared is a problem shared. Call this a meaningless tautology if you will, but I still believe that a problem shared is better than a problem kept bottled up inside.
Watch others. Someday, you might be glad that they watched you back.