I need no one to tell me how stupid Junior Harbor Cruise is. "Oh, pay 70 bucks for 3 hours of being stuck on a boat with people you hate? No thanks", is what they say. But if you go past the pretending to detest every single one of your classmates, there is something inheritely awesome about seeing them out of the usual context. Wait, these people are human?! Yes, yes they are and they can look pretty in their dresses and they can cluster in huddles with their bros to reinforce the fact that they belong somewhere, but that can't mask the fact that they all have complex lives that I know I will never know. Their memories, precious stories, the things that make them who they are, amazed me so in its potential overflowing capacity. But it was really when I looked at the Boston city skyline at night that it hit me with full force. I saw all the lights that were moving and blinking, and then I saw the hospital and the people shuffling inside under the fluorescent glare and I cried. I shed tears of shock. These people, shuffling about, didn't know that I was watching them and they would never know. I felt like a miniature god, watching all the interactions of thousands within the vision of my mind, the overwhelming intensity and enormity of every action, thought, murmur encapsulated in front of me.
My friend sent me the definition to this feeling:
Sonder.
