Strangers

A theme that resonated with me in class last night was talking to strangers.  Who is stranger, me, or the stranger?  Me, of course, because I love to begin conversations with people who are not expecting them, saying things that they don’t expect anyone to say to them at that moment, especially a stranger like myself.  I have been doing this since I began to converse, I believe.  Friends and family members, much to their embarrassment at the time, may attest to this. I don’t find this behavior strange at all.  Am I looking for attention?  Perhaps, I am a Leo after all.  Am I looking for connection? Absolutely. I don’t see anyone as a stranger; no one is strange to me.  You are all my friends and family.  Not only you that may glance at this blog, but all of you, especially those who I may take gently by the ears and explain, “I am gorgeous, and you are equal to me.”  Don’t be a stranger, say hello to just about everyone that you can.  We can make the whole world our neighborhood.

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