People are strange, when you're a stranger

Isn't a weird thought when you realize that people you know only on the fringe of the fringe of your people-awareness are actually people too, and have lives of their own? I mean, think of that kid you passed every day in the hall sophomore year of high school and haven't seen since. S/he is actually a person with an entire life of experiences. How odd.

On a side note, happy 4-20 everyone! Unfortunately, I'll have to be celebrating a little late this year. We're doing a rastafarian meditation on Friday. It should be interesting.