When I told Jeremy about the tracks last night, he made me stop because the story was too creepy. It is a creepy story, but not really because of the blood. The blood left marks, but every night it's creepy, all these people, all these stories, and you never know. You never know what happens every night, or every day, behind closed doors or in alleys or in parks or out on the sidewalk. You have your own story to worry about, so you don't think about all the others, but those other stories are always there. This one just left tracks.

I loved that paragraph. It's one of the things that I think about a lot, that I try not to forget: everyone has their own story. When it doesn't seem like they're interested in your story, in your well-being, it may (and probably does) mean that they're too wrapped in their own story, their own problems. We can't get too wrapped in everyone else's story, because it would be too overwhelming. But once in awhile you get a glimpse into someone else's.