Sitting here in my favorite cafe, I cannot help but notice that one table over are two gentlemen having a conversation and next to one of them is a women; she looks lost. She sits there for awhile looking around the cafe, no doubt, thinking of how to entertain herself as her company engages in an involved conversation with the man seated across from him. Eventually, she pulls out a reporter's notebook and a pencil; yet, she still searches for the words to put in them. Constantly looking around, she seeks inspiration. Lost, she resorts to doodling. Then a moment's pause, she begins to write as she looks around the cafe. I wonder, is she doing as I - writing about the people and scene surrounding her. A quiet commentary.
What does it mean to be the 3rd Wheel?
It almost feels like your presence is unnecessary, even unwanted. Yet, one must wonder, if your presence was not welcomed - why were you asked to accompany in the first place. Then again, you are left with entertaining yourself. And I know, in my experience, I do not want to necessarily be left with my thoughts meandering in my empty head. So, I make friends; I turn around and talk to other "lonely" individuals. I walk around and engage myself in the surroundings. If there is music playing, I absorb myself into the melody and hum along to the lyrics.
I think being the 3rd Wheel simply means an opportunity to engage oneself with someone/something other than the two individuals with whom one is "seated".
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