Is It So Weird That I Like Strangers?

Every day that I walk my way to the office I come across an average of fifty people. The unbelievable thing is, I find all of them special. I see each one of them as a blank canvas. Unknown to me are the ways of their lives. Although I seem to pre-judge most of them, I still try to see them beyond what my feeble mind can conceive. I see in them a window bursting with tons of opportunities, of endless possibilities. Their unfamiliarity represents unique experiences, memories, and context that I am unaware of. They're like those books without movie adaptations -- there's no way to find out what the story is unless you flip through the pages of their being.

Their strange ways remind me that there's so much I have yet to discover. I love how strangers delicately compel me to acknowledge a peculiar perspective; to accept there is a world outside of mine. I don't stalk people but eavesdropping on someone else's conversations, knowing their interests, and guessing where they came from engross me. Different perspectives enthrall me and that is probably another reason why I love traveling, but that is a different story altogether.

Strangers are brave and real and unbending. They don't feel the need to apologize for who they are because they haven't learned how to be anyone else but themselves, and that's one thing I share with those people I don't even know. Strangers are more than just 'strangers'. I told you, they're special. :-)

When I see someone looking at me and that person walked past me, I feel like that person will never be just another stranger. He or she may have had a first impression of me, but those impressions do not leave me uptight. It's not that sort of first impression you're trying to make with someone whom you know you'll be seeing again at any given day. The first impression I get from strangers, I think, is the most genuine type of first impression. One which you can possibly be judged beyond your defense; one that will force you to re-asses the way you make yourself known. Our family and friends have their own impressions of us, but their views are rather obstructed by the special bond we share. These strangers, on the other hand, can reflect who we are from the other side of the road. Not withholding any emotion, their impressions of us is rather accurate and unabridged.