The world is filled with strangers that you know. I take the train to get to work almost every day. And so do a lot of other people. And I’ve noticed that I’ve started to recognize a few other passengers. I don’t know their names, I don’t know what they do for a living, but I recognize their face when they get on or off the train. It’s a weird feeling because I want to nod my head to say hello and have to remind myself that I don’t really know them. It’s not just on the train; I see a lot of people in random places that I recognize because they stand out so much. There are two Asian twins that wear matching outfits and carry yoga mats around with them. There’s a homeless lady with an impressive mane of facial hair and a shopping cart that I see all over my neighborhood. I’ll catch a glimpse of somebody that I met at a party for fifteen minutes three years ago. You want to talk to strangers that you know, but you don’t because you don’t want to seem crazy. But is it really? After all, everyone you know was once a stranger to you.
Critically Rated at 13/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young
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