People who write "awe" when they mean "awww." People who say "wary" but mean "weary." People who say "anyways." People in vests. Pigeon-toed people. People with cowlicks. People with an ink smear on one cheek because no one told people all afternoon. I have been one or more of these people. I'll give you some other things to think about: The other middle-aged lady sitting alone who also ordered a small plain frozen yogurt with strawberries. What's her story? She was a kid, right? She had a mom. What was that like? Now think about the different things "middle aged" can mean. Now think of a horse and those pointy-outy hairs around its mouth. Think of its soft nose. Where is your horse? In a field, right? Maybe by a two-lane highway, or something? It's like one of those horses from a James Wright poem, but more wary. Wary or weary. It looks at you out of its side-headed eyes like, "Whatever." Like, "Whatever. Fine. I love you."