What does it feel to meet a stranger, talk one night long and probably never meet the person again? Liberating, strange, awkward? I think the more you travel the more you are able to talk with strangers. It is something that grows naturally because the awkwardness of being quite is tiresome, although sometimes you prefer to watch the scenery and let your mind wondering by its own.
I've been fascinating by stranger for quite sometime by now. I like the idea of sharing my worries with someone who does not know but are willing to listen because we shared the same value as human. Probably, that's one of the reasons why I end up being a journalist, because I want every voice to be listened. Everyone has their own story and judging someone based on your own value is not fair, because they have different histories than you.
So if I don't go beyond sharing everyday's routine, is it because of I am afraid he won't be a stranger anymore, too close for my introvert world, of loosing him because he does not feel the same way as I do, or because of our life seems very far apart?
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