So I was out on my morning walk, I basically just walk around a nearby field; dirt field. As I was walking up, there was an African lady (in African garb) who was just kinda sitting there picking/looking at the ground.
I know this is a bad way to start off my return post , but bare with me, there's a point. As I was walking back to my condo she was STILL there (after I had walked the length of the field all the way around). I watched her for a bit before going into my complex, and she seemed to be picking something up and looking at it or searching. My guess is that she was looking for coins, but who knows? I am someone who will pick things up off the ground. Spare-change? I pocket it. Even if it's a penny. I recently will pick up cans or bottles and instead of tossing them away, I keep them (hey collect enough and you'll get something in return. The least it could do is pay for a months worth of tacos at Jack in the Box. :D), etc.
One thing seeing this lady also did was make me think... about the ground. Do you ever look at the ground? It's kind of like looking into the sky, if you pay attention, you can spot some interesting things going on. And most people pay absolutely no mind to it. None at all. So as I was walking to my condo, i did something I did on my last walk... picked up a pretty looking rock. And kept it. But this time I picked up a bunch of interesting looking rocks. And I'm going to keep them.
When I was young, I loved rocks. I'd always pick them up and keep them. Once on a family trip to the mountains (I live in the arid, dry, mountainous, deserty land of Phoenix, Arizona) I went crazy and had picked up six GIANT boulders (er, boulders to my small size anyway, but huge rocks I had to laboriously lift with two hands) and put them in the back of the truck. Of course, I did this without my parents knowing. So naturally, it turned out to be against the rules to take rocks from the mountain (bah humbug) and my parents made me put them all back. Although they let me keep ONE. So I kept this white shiny one. And it was AWESOME.
Of course, it mostly just sat there, but one reason I wanted it was cause I'd use it as an environmental object when I'd play with my G.I. Joes (Or "guys" as me and my bros. referred to them as). I also kept little rocks. Why? Cause they were the bosses, d'uh! I remember how I'd use the rocks would always reflected videogames. So around the time of Super Mario Bros. 3 and Super Mario World, my guys had to jump on top of the rock's head.... it'd spin around... See? Do so enough times and they'd defeat it. But then they had to fight the fire rock! And the ice rock! And the crystal! So I actually "made use" of these rocks and they weren't "useless" to me. But I also just found rocks interesting.
So.... why would I pick up rocks right now? That's what my brothers would say to me. My answer? Why the HELL not? I'm 26 dammit I can do whatever I want. And I want these rocks!
I am actually thinking of looking into rocks and doing some research... I've always thought it would be cool to know these things. Know what kind of rocks you are looking at. Know what kind of plants you are looking at. Know what kind of birds are flying above you (I'd love to be a bird watcher, may actually do it some day). Anyway, I'm going to use the rocks to line the wall of my bathroom countertop. I think that'd actually look cool. And whenever I come across a neat looking one I'll pick it up. I might post some pics of the ones I picked up today.
Anyone else ever do this type of thing? Ever have that odd, random desire to just pick up a cool looking rock and keep it? What about actually looking into it, finding out what type of rock it is or whatnot? Or if you could care less about rocks, ever pay attention to what you are walking past? There could be a diamond in the rough you know. :)