Elevators are fun. You're trapped for about thirty seconds with complete strangers. I've been on both sides, trying to completely ignore them, and interacting as if they were old friends. It's strange how some people are able to put you at ease immediately, while other people make you wish you'd never had to stand around them.
I wonder what's the greatest amount of time you're surrounded by strangers and doing your best to ignore them. It's probably the waiting room at the doctor's, or the emergency room. Suffering people, ailing people, you're probably ailing also. When I had the flu this winter, and I went to the doctor because I was coughing up blood, there was an overwhelming imperative in my mind: Just survive. Didn't feel like talking to anyone.
What is the greatest amount of time you could be around a stranger, and still not know them? Some argue there are marriages that operate in that fashion. How much would it suck to devote your life to a complete stranger? And I don't mean in the charitable fashion, there's something honest, noble, meet, right in that. I mean devoting yourself, your soul, to a complete stranger. That would suck.
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