Excuse me, sir? Yes, you. I’m sorry to bother you but, can you please help me up? Yeah, I don’t know, I just … it’s like my legs just started to fold and so I sat down and now I can’t get back up again.
Thank you, strangers, for giving me the opportunity to fall in love in the safest way possible. You never truly got to break my heart.
It’s no metaphor, no artistic hyperbole meant to hint at a deeper message that you can never really know someone and really, aren’t we all strangers, at the end?
“What I’ve learned is that everyone has a story. It’s just up to us to open ourselves up and get past the surface.”
What is it about strangers that make us compelled to open up and share our stories?
“Simple pleasures,” Carla said. “That is what life is all about.”
Let’s take a moment to love the strangers who go out of their way to make our days a little better by doing these tiny, random acts of kindness.
“I appreciate the female body.”
Letting the poison slither down your esophagus like a snake, clouding your senses, taking you to nirvana, was all you really needed.
That raw display of emotion makes me so incredibly uncomfortable that I automatically reject even the idea of crying in front of people I know; If I’m alone, then I’m the only one who has to deal with (and/or judge) the big soggy mess I become when I cry.