If my life was a movie, it'd get poor reviews.

Today something sweet and heartwarming happened to me, and instead of being your typical movie heroine and gushing about it etc, I just analyzed it and left.

The scene: somewhere between 10:30 and 11:30 AM. Outside. The sun is shining warm enough that the need for a jacket is negligible, but not warm enough to force its removal. I am sitting at a table near a sidewalk that many people pass by, reading a book about LSD (for a book report). Interested in the book and tuning out the sounds of people passing, I turn periodically to let the sun invade new parts of my hair. My back has been to the table for most of this time. When I rotate to face the table again--check the time, let the sun get the back of my head--I see a reddish pink flower a foot and a half away from my pile of stuff.

I do not react, I don't even stare at it or look around to see who could have put it there. I pretty much ignore it outwardly, take a drink of water. Then I screw around with my water bottle for a bit, trying to see if I can open it silently. After all, if someone left something on my table and I didn't notice, someone (someone else or the same person) could have POISONED MY WATER. (this is one of my most ridiculous concerns at school--I hate leaving my drink unattended.)
I take a picture of the flower to text to my friends, but very slyly in case the perpetrator is watching, lest he think I cared (aren't I an awful person?!) But it had been a while so I doubt they were still around. Still, it doesn't hurt to be too careful! (or maybe it does hurt... someone else's feelings... oh man I am a jerk)
In any case, I do not give the flower much attention, but I think about it as I text Bethany to see if we can meet up. It doesn't make sense as a very serious sort of thing--nobody knew I was coming today except Bethany, Emma, and my Mom.
That leaves it to be either a spur-of-the-moment thing (I forget to check if flowers like that grew anywhere nearby) or a pre-determined "random act of kindness" of which I happened to be the recipient.

After failing to contact Bethany, I decide to get up and walk around to see if I can spy her. (I can't.)
I leave the flower behind. After all, what am I supposed to do with a flower?


And that, my friends, is another story of my failures at social interaction. I'm not particularly inclined to care, but it was interesting, at least.