Hey, @svashta.

I've never had an allergy, certainly nothing that severe, so can't comment on that part, but I certainly do identify with the watching people and making up stories about them.

Hopefully it's natural to wonder where people are from, what they do for a living, what brought them to where you're at on that day, at that time. I think, though, as wild as our imaginations might be, the truth in some cases would be even wilder, because it's real. Sometimes the things that need to take place to make people meet, or pass by one another, are impossible to calculate or time. At least for mere mortals.

That said, I think your character found a very productive thing to do with her time. Anything that helps us put to one side our own trials or weaknesses and allows us to step outside ourselves and imagine what it's like to be someone else, helps us with empathy and assures us as bad as things may be, they could always be worse, and as good as they may become, they could always be better.

We don't get to choose the hand we're dealt. We can live to build a better one, though. :)