I've come to realize that people ALWAYS talk to me when I transit, probably more than the average person. I'm pretty sure it's not common to have hour-long conversations with strangers while waiting at the bus stop or to lend out cellphones to panicked girls. I don't really mind it when cute hipster boys in cardigans (who always change their tone of voice once I tell them that I'm still in high school) question me about my literary endeavors, when all-too-excited new Vancouverites babble about the city, when cute grandparent figures start with, "Back in my day.." and when the occasional lost tourist asks me for directions. But when it comes to the drunkies (who are too far gone for self-consciousness) and the crazies (who never, ever stop talking), it makes me wish that I looked slightly more intimidating. I wonder what it is. I don't seek conversation, I'm way more awkward than people expect me to be, and I'm often caught off-guard. I wonder if it's because I'm actually charismatic or if it's merely because I look more friendly than other stone-faced riders, because, all insecurities aside, it's obviously not because of physical attraction. Regardless, it sheds light. I get to peer into someone else's world for a brief instance on a regular basis. My momma taught me to never talk to strangers, but I don't see the harm in hearing someone else's story... Unless they ask you for personal information and to get into their blacked-out mini van... Yeah, there's harm in that.
Maybe Esther was right when she said I need to learn how to say no.
Things I Like:
#47.
New girl crush? I think so.
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