Perfect Strangers

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What is a perfect stranger?

If I were to define it in aesthetic, I would most probably relate it to some romanticized concept that contains typical phrases like “love at first sight” and words like “chemistry” added along the lines.

Unfortunately, I was a strong believer of the power of feelings and emotions, but now the case is different. For the time being, avoiding that approach seems to be in my interest.

If I were to define what the term “perfect strangers” could possibly mean, it is the complete an utter ignorance of the backstory and history of others.

You get carried away as a person who is completely self involved and occupied with personal issues that your brain automatically disregards the fact that others have stories and trouble too.

You can know someone for years, but you can still be perfect strangers.

How is that ? no one knows what truly goes on in the life of the other, and that is because no one feels comfortable sharing his/her hardships. Portraying the most flawless image of one is considered as a strength and a battle is considered a weakness.

Keep in mind that I am not implying that this is true, but this system is adapted by many. Who wants to be in the company of someone unstable? People seek comfort in each other, regardless of how much they might deny that, but they really do. No one can live alone because people are meant to help one another and distract from personal hardship.

I’m starting to get off topic here, but do you get Why? Because the truth hurts & no one is god damn satisfied.

This brings me to the argument that showing emotion is not disgraceful for shit. About a week ago, I experienced something that wasn’t hmm

Quite pleasant for the so-called happy soul of mine.

I’m not going to lie, I’m very transparent. I zoned out often, smiled less, and doodled on tables and random papers as my mind took me on a journey far away from reality.

My friend dragged me to the side and pointed out how sad I looked and how wrong it was.

“You’re reeking with depression haya”.

Now I am not depressed, but I was temporarily sad.

So I thought to myself…

If I shouldn’t reek with sadness, I’m going to reek with excessive happiness and smiles.

If someone was to look from a distance far enough to blurr out the faint disappointment that my whole body felt, there was no way for someone to sense my sadness because “I reeked with dopamine”.

Never for a chance take people’s happiness for granted because everyone is going through a secret battle.

Careful what you say

Careful what you ask

Not everyone has it all rainbows and sunshine