Unacknowledged

Have you ever noticed how natural people look when they aren't paying attenion?
On our way back from Cleveland on Saturday, as we all sat in silence on the bus, I realized something. I looked over at Grace, who was curled up on the seat next to me, asleep. I looked over at Steve, who was writing intently in his notebook. Both looked different than how I usually see them. Grace usually makes weird faces and is always grinning, but when she's sleeping, she's stoic, peaceful. Steve, who's usually trying to seduce his friends or crack a joke, simply looked focused and serious. Something we don't often see of either.
Now, I know I'm creepy for watching people, as I've been told a hundred times before, but no one can deny that it's fun to watch the faces that people make when they don't realize anyone can see them. In the mall, if someone's distraced or reading something, they can look focused or angry or sad. Depnding on what their face muscles contort to when they don't pay attention, people can get the wrong impression of them.
Cheyenne and I were talking the other day (sorry if you didn't want me to include this, dear), and she has the same problem. She said that she'll be walking down the halls at school, and her friends or just anyone she passes thinks that she's angry at the world. But according to her, she is not. I'm the same way. If I'm not focusing on myself, my nose scrunches up, my lips purse, and I look like I've bitten into a rotten, smelly lemon. It's not fun, especially since that realization came from my brother. [I hate my brother.]
Everyone is like that though. Some people look beautiful when their minds are elsewhere. Some look retarded. There's really nothing you can do about it unless you want to make sure you're conscious of yourself every minute of every hour of every day. And if one would do that, then there would be no life to live, really. Only consciousness. And if you ask me, I would rather look like a retard and just go through my life enjoying it than constantly worrying about what I look like.
I'm starting to rant about something else. Should I keep going? Should I stop? Eh, I've ranted about people's appearances so much, that it sounds redundant anymore.
All I'll say is, don't worry about what's on your outside. Worry about what's on your inside. [And I sold that cheesey, cliched line to Hallmark for a million dollars.]