My friend's brother died.
This morning I went to the funeral to support my friend, but I didn't know her brother at all. When I pulled into the parking lot, I realized just how much I did not know him. LOTS of people arrived in Antique Cars, Roadsters, Race Cars, Classics, and otherwise beautiful vehicles. They were painted amazing colors and clearly spit polished. The chrome shined. The drivers wore their racing t-shirts from various racing events. The men had really cool sideburns, and the women had big boobs.
I arrived in my filthy Ford Focus with a bug spattered cracked windshield. I wore black slacks and a nice modest blue shirt.
I was embarrassed about my car. ...
But it got me to thinking (because we-writerly-folk do that):
1. Who would show up at my funeral ... and would any of them have significant personas like this family of racers and car lovers?
2. Who would show up at my characters' funerals ... and would any of them have eclectic styles?
Do you associate with interesting people? Do you have interesting friends? What about the characters you create when you write? Are they all average and boring?
I really like interesting people ... but not enough to go out and race a car.