Today a complete stranger started talking to me. I was walking across the street from the subway to get to my bus, and because my stop is the last/first stop, the bus was there even though it was five minutes until it was leaving. I walked over, hoping that the bus driver would open the door so I didn't have to wait outside in the cold. But she didn't open, and that was when this guy opened his mouth.
First he was talking about the bus, that it was leaving in five minutes. I'm not used to strangers talking to me like that, so I just half mumbled an answer. I was a little creeped out, so I decided to take my iPod out. But he just kept talking while I was taking it out. Saying that listening to music with headphones isn't good for you. I was starting to realize that this guy was going to have a conversation with me whether I wanted to or not, so I couldn't resist answering him. So we started talking, and he was talking to me the whole time we were waiting for the bus and until he was getting off the bus. About the movie 2012, if the world is going to end, and how he wanted to go to the moon.
This was a very strange experience for me. People just don't usually talk to me like that! It's just not really normal, you know, that people talk to you on the street in a big city! But I have to admit it made me curious. Why did he talk to me? He looked pretty normal, and the things he said weren't crazy, so I guess I have to admit he seemed pretty normal too. So then why was he talking to a stranger on the bus? I guess he might have been lonely. If that's the case, I feel really sorry for him. Loneliness is one of the saddest feelings I know.
I think it's weird how lonely you can get in a city like this. Everywhere you go you just see so many people having a good time. Everywhere you go it seems like everyone knows each other. I usually go to church here with a friend of mine from high school, but a couple of weeks ago she was going home, but I decided I'd go without her. I don't really know a lot of people there, so I was just sitting there alone, and no one ever came over to talk to me. It's not a nice feeling when you're sitting there and everyone else has got someone to talk to. And to be honest, I think it's really sad that someone can come to church like that without anyone talking to them. To me it's okay because I usually have someone to go there with. But if I was someone who was just curious I sure wouldn't have felt very welcome or ever wanted to come back. Having that experience really made me think. How is that showing God's love to anyone?
Sunday, November 15, 2009
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Morsom erfaring men denne mannen som ville bare prate. Som regel prøver jeg å aldri nekte å høre noen ukjent som har noe på hjertet å få ut. Noen ganger er det ganske kjedelig men jeg prøver å huske at "det dere gjorde mot én av disse mine minste søsken, har dere gjort mot meg."
Du har rett når det gjelder dem som ikke har noen å snakke med. Fint at du legger merke til det. Jeg vet om mange franskmenn som bor i Norge. De er enig i at nordmenn har store vansker med å prate med folk de ikke kjenner, som om de var sjenert eller redde, eller som om de ikke brydde seg om. Vet ikke om du føler det samme...
Skal jeg svare på engelsk eller norsk!? Uansett, kanskje du har en stygg egenskap til å tiltrekke deg særinger? Jeg synes vi nordmenn er rare, det burde være langt enklere å kunne snakke med folk og slik. Men du, du må bare plinge på om du kjeder deg, også har jeg fortsatt hodetelefonene dine.
Liker overskriften din..
"... pleasure or pain I can´t choose.."
Det er derfor jeg er glad at ungdomsmiljøet jeg går i er sånn passe stort. Vi har en del folk men vi merker om det er noen nye der. Jeg prøver alltid å hilse på de, prate litt med de. Håper at de da får en positiv opplevelse og kommer igjen :-)
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