People watching in the airport...

I've been sitting on a plane and waiting in airports all day. My favorite part is not the flying or take off or the freedom of being alone, but seeing all the people. People from all over the world and all look different. I look at them and I just want to know their story. It's crazy to me how each person has a whole other world happening outside of mine and for a few moments our paths get to cross. Each of us have had individual experiences and moments that the other will never have. A whole little universe in their mind and I would only be so lucky if I got to hear even just a piece of it. Each of us have our own problems and worries and that is one of the most important things I believe people should always remember: were all dealing with our own shit. Your having a bad day? Guess what, so is a billion other people, so why take out your frustrations on them? Were all people. We all struggle. None of us are perfect. We all have a story. People like to assume things based off of appearances alone, which I may be guilty of right now while people-watching in the airport, but there are so many things we don't know or understand about a person until they open up. For instance people love to assume because I went to a christian school nothing ever went wrong and we were all perfect angels and any fights that broke out were over who could praise Jesus the best...wrong. Wrong. Wrong. I don't like to act like I went to some badass school that was super intense but I get stuck talking to people about only the crazy stuff that happens just to prove that I went to a regular school with regular problems and regular drama and awful school lunches. Were all people and just because we went to a christian school doesn't mean we still don't have bad days, that we aren't still teenagers trying to party and fit in, and number #1 just everybody who goes there is not really a christian.Were people just like the rest of them! We screw up. We make mistakes. Were sinners like the rest of them (not that that is a good thing). Yes, I was probably in a school with better circumstances than most, but it was not all happy perfect all the time like people just assume it is. Don't assume. I honestly really do love people and I love sharing my story with others (well, once I decide to trust you) and I love hearing other people's. I think if people could just always be willing to listen and considerate the world would be a much nicer place. Too bad were all selfish and self involved.  Worried about ourselves and assuming the worst. I'm just as guilty, but I'm not completely gone, I'm still hopeful and I still want to meet new people and I'm still willing to give them a chance...or atleast I try.