Thursday, January 24, 2019

Journal Entry 3: Mama Told Me Not to Talk to Strangers

You're not supposed to talk to strangers. I know this. You know this. Everyone knows this. It's one of the first lessons that a child is taught. Don't talk to strangers, listen to your parents, treat others as you want to be treated. These lessons have been pounded into our children's heads for centuries.

But I like to talk to strangers.

I find them fascinating. I find the whole interaction fascinating. When talking to strangers you can truly be whoever. I'm not saying that I go up to people on the street and strike up a conversation, but in line at the market or in a crowded room, on an elevator or online. When I know im never going to have to see this person ever again. I could be anyone, and somehow the interaction is a bit...freeing.

It doesn't matter what is going on in my personal life, or what crazy thoughts are running through my mind at the time. This person does not know me. I will never see this person again. I can control exactly what and how much they know about me and that thought is comforting.

There are no pressures when talking to a stranger. They know nothing about you so therefore expect nothing of you. They can't catch you in a lie the way your mom can and they can't immediately tell is something is wrong the way your befriend can.

Its a conversation between two people who have no idea who each other are and have no desire to reply any heartfelt confessions. Talking to strangers become so easy. They have no place to judge you, and even if they do then who cares because you don't know each other and there is no emotional involvement.

I love talking to strangers. and I believe that makes me quite strange.
I'm okay with it.


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