I was sitting patiently at the hair salon when a thought struck me.  I observed people around me. I observed the husband and his wife connect, laughing humbly at each other's jokes that weren't very well constructed.  I observed people walking left and right past the salon through the big glass windows.  The pedestrians would glance back every now and then, as they paced ever so quickly to their destination.  The thought that struck me was how disconnected I was while being connected, simultaneously.  The people didn't know me and I didn't know the people, on a deep level.  I enjoyed how close the relationships they all separately had, though.  In a way, the relationships I observed that were very disconnected from me made me feel...connected.  It's an odd feeling to explain, but I felt warm.