Serendipity, or, Why I'm a Dope

I don't think I have enough objectivity when I consider how much I like things.

So I was riding the bus into work last week and I didn't feel like reading. I watched all the people getting on the bus. It's wonderful to be able to stare into strangers faces. It's like looking at really good art.

I like to test the boundaries of my taste in this activity. I look at the people and consider which I like best and why. This ranges from shallow to profound in depth and usually tends towards shallow.

I was struck in particular by one girl getting on the bus. I couldn't figure out what it was. Usually it's some style of dress, of walk, of posture, of expression. But this girl seemed insufficiently distinct (although I didn't adore the way she wore her clothes [this is an obtuse phrasing and I want something better but can't find it, alas]).

I get off the bus to go to work and she did too. I go in as per usual and end up trailing her all the way onto my elevator. She gets off a floor below me and I think this is very suspicious. [in writing, I realized right now that I should be using a befuddledly playful detective tone and I'm too lazy to rewrite)

The next day I get to realizing that she's the girl who works adjacent to the people who give me my work. I'd probably seen her half a dozen times or more before. So my brain was somehow primed to like her due to nothing more than unconscious familiarity.

This is vaguely bothersome.