Shake my hand, give me life.

The speed in which we move in and out of peoples lives is remarkable. Most have countless interactions throughout the day, some memorable, some forgettable. Some people we meet weave in and out of our subconscious without reason, without resolve. They appear again in our mind like an epiphany, while we are getting our fourth cup of water out of the office jug, but not during the first three times. Our dreams and doused in faces, actions, smiles, twitches, gentlemen, bitches, cranks, and crooks. With mothers caring for children and fathers missing the opportunity to show up, or vice versa. With bus drivers riding bicycles, and mailmen delivering coffee to their bloodstream. With girls we'd like to sleep with, and guys we'd like to build the fence outside our Westchester suburban, sheltered, store bought home.

These are just the people we see everyday. Some we will talk to again, most we will not. Some we will think about again, most we didn't think about when we saw first saw them. We shake hands, we smile gently at other out of the side of our mouth, perhaps not to give off too much interest. We pass gas, we blow kisses, we think about blowing other things. We pound knuckles, we touch tongues, we slap asses (in various forms). We nod, we push, we say "hey, what the fuck man," we dodge each others bodies as they get in the way of our ill timed commute. We thank each other, we argue, we curse, we fuck, we fail to talk when we want to, and talk too much when words just do not fit. We sing, we dance, we play, we sport, but after all these things, we do, we just do.

People in love stay in love, the lucky(?) ones that is. Others struggle day in and day out to make something work, all knowing that oil and water will work against each other until the end of time, or until a third variable is put into place...which will not work (stepping away from the metaphor). Boyfriends and girlfriends who have spoken to each other every day for the last six months will glance at their cell phone only to see (10) missed calls and (30) texts from their "the one" lover. They are saddened when they think about the thought that in six weeks, their latest calls nor latest text messages will reveal the persons name they said "I love you to every night." It is replaced by "the girl/guy at the book store," "Ms. Christian Louboutin or Mr. Ferragamo slip on's" They are replaced by new co-workers, and possible business investors, landlords, and gas companies, taxi services, favorite restaurants, an easy lay. But, the fact is they are replaced.

Each day, people come in and our of our lives. It is up to only ourselves and that other person to see how long these relationships will last. Today, introduce yourself to someone who takes the same bus you do everyday, start off by saying you like something they are wearing, it's simple enough. Instead of waving to the security guard on the way into your key access work building, ask him where his favorite place is to eat around here. Make a friend, fuck it, make an enemy. Make it interesting. People, are constant on this planet, interactions will always exist. Relationship will fall apart, new ones will start. Jobs can fizzle away, cars can breakdown, coffee can get cold, and books can fall in puddles and be illegible. The stories that each and every one of us carry around with us, never fade, listen to one of those. Make life happen. We make the world go around.