When People Run in Circles, it's a very, very...

There aren't that many people in the world.

Really.

I have come to realise this.

This is the view when I get off the train in the morning. The people vary from train to train, this is the later train in the morning, and I can tell you exactly where at least a couple of the people are going. If it was the earlier train, I could tell you where probably 20 of them were headed.

I don't know whether it's maybe me. I take in an awful lot, and recognise people and remember them years later. Quite often I have been in the situation where I have said hello to someone, by name, and they have looked at me quite blankly. I explain who I am and where I know them from and they smile, and pretend to remember, and then run, very quickly.

My mind works like a filing box. I see a face, my brain registers, and then I can almost feel my cells, flicking through months, and years, until it finds the place, and I can drop the person right in. Sometimes, I can see the person in a situation, but still can't place it, and I have to put myself into the image where I can see them, and look round, inside my head. Once I had identified where I am, I can pretty much name them.

I use this method when I've got a headache. I take myself back to a situation where I'm happy, really happy, and content, nothing worrying me. Typically it's my wedding day. I can drop myself into the day, from the top of the stairs, and work my way right through the day. I can walk into the room, and see all the people who were there - sometimes I acknowledge them longer than I did on the actual day - I see my mum, and then I see Si, smiling at me. I relive this these moments over and over, until I fall asleep.

But I digress.

Recently, I found that when I travel, and I examine the people around me. I see them again later. Over and over. In Edinburgh, when Si disappeared into the Toilets, I was hanging around and helped a young couple lift their buggy up the stairs. Two hours later we passed them in the Grassmarket. A further 2 hours, Princes Street. Funny thing is, I said Hello. - They had no idea who I was. This happens all the time.

Am I looking too hard? Am I thinking too hard?

Or are people running out?