Strangers talk to me (idea)
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You know how your mother always said "Don't talk to strangers"?
Well, strangers talk to me. They do it all the time
They always talk to me.
A happy-faced woman will stop me in the street and say, "I just had to tell someone, my son took his first step today."
In the airport, someone with tear-stained cheeks will turn to me and ask, "Isn't saying 'goodbye' the worst thing in the world?"
It isn't a new thing, it's been happening ever since I was ten or eleven. At first I thought it happened to everyone. It doesn't.
I've never understood what it is about me. I'm not particularly tall or short, and I'm certainly not particularly good-looking. These days, I'm fat, but it's not that, because I wasn't always. There is nothing about me to make me stand out in a crowd.
My husband claims it's a look in my eyes that says I won't turn away. A friend says it's a quality in the way I hold myself. Another says that I give out a sense of being 'grounded' and at home wherever I am. They all seemed reasonable explanations.
But it happens online too
That makes me feel so good.