I received help today – from my family and my therapist. It’s a little strange that people can confide in a stranger about matters that are so serious – life and death – that are uncomfortable with those closest to you. I wonder why that is.
Perhaps it’s a dis-interest, or distance maintained by the therapist. That creates a ‘vacuum’ of sorts, that then goes on to be filled with conversation. I don’t know. But we do talk to strangers a lot. In the shops, or a gathering. We feel a need to share an understanding of the world or events.
Next time you’re in a shop, strike up a conversation with someone. See where it takes you.
