I don't know what people want anymore

Do I talk about my everyday observations? I just notice things that are out of the ordinary. I notice fat people. I notice people with green hair. I notice cracks in ceilings. I notice a shoe left alone without a twin brother on the sidewalk. I notice Wawa clerks giving intelligent and sassy answers to customers who are brusque and impatient. I notice white people looking tough and listening to rap music. I notice old people sitting by themselves, not talking and wearing glasses. But yet somehow when I notice fat people it's considered mean.