I have a confession...

Ha Ha, I have a confession to make....
Whenever I'm on public transportation, I MAKE STORIES.
I'm the guy, sitting on the bus or subway, trying to look preoccupied, trying not to look at you...
BUT I DO.
I totally do.
I've got my headphones on, listening to my music or podcast, not saying a word, pretending not to pay attention, BUT I SEE IT ALL.
I see the red mark on your forearm, the bunion on you exposed big toe, the dirt on your fingernails.  I see your jewelry, the big diamond rings, the oh so gawdy gold chains and earrings.  I see the bag you're carrying, the backpack with stuff visible through the open pocket.
AND THEN I MAKE STORIES.
It helps me pass the time, pass the boredom of a commute.  I observe you mannerisms, your clothing, your style of dress, your body language, I observe it all.  And then I make a story.
I don't know you, but I know your nationality, your race, your ability to speak and understand english. I see where you've been, how you got here, and where you're going.  If you're sleeping, it's even worse.  I'll stare at you and count the pimples on you forehead or look at the cut lines you've cut into your hairline.
Why do you do that anyway?  You've got a perfectly good hairline, but insist on making it sharply shaped by cutting lines and shaving it back a bit.  Weird, I think.
I observe all that.
I make stories of all that I see in the bus or the subway.  It helps me pass the time.
So next time you see me sitting there minding my own business.
I'm really not...