I’m not good at making conversation with people I don’t know…Especially on my own. So hi, I’m Cass. I have no idea who you are, or where you are, what you look like or how you speak. I don’t know how you like your eggs, or if you wear your socks in your house. I don’t. And I like them scrambled, if you were wondering, with garlic powder. I don’t know what you like, maybe you like green eggs and ham, Sam I Am, or what you dislike. Perhaps you are irritated by people who talk with their mouth full or you get nervous when you’re in a crowded area and too many people are dressed in purple for your liking. Perhaps purple gives you a headache, which is odd, it’s supposed to be calming.
I don’t know where you’re coming from, or where you’re going. Or why you’re going. Why are you going, stranger? Is it a drive to succeed for your own personal gain? To make the world a better place? Honor and prestige? Or, making a jump to a conclusion here, you were ignored as a child, so subconsciously, you’re trying to impress the father figures in your life because your own father was not as present as he should have been? Maybe I do that too? Probably, according to the little I know about Freudian psychology…Or is it Jungian? See? One similarity already. We’re on a role.
Maybe you should just sit back, dear stranger, stop trying so hard to please everyone else. Do what pleases you instead, or do things worthwhile. Like play with your kids. Don’t have them? Go make some. The world has an abundance of materials for making those, I’m sure if you take a walk down the street, you’ll find the needed tools. Go up and say ‘Hey, I’d like to have kids, would you assist me?’ I wonder how that’ll go. Let me know ok? Find me on facebook and send me pictures of your happy family, i’m sure they’ll be beautiful.
I am assuming you’re male for some odd reason. Taller, with dark-ish eyes, rather odd looking, no offense, the type that works in some sort of office. With cubicles. Really, no offense. And as you read this, you have an awkward smile on your face, thinking this is a waste of time, or it’s just down-right weird. But it’s amusing too. Like those forwarded emails my mom always sends in abundance. Just throw this momentary amusement out when you’re done, like forwarded emails…Actually, know recycle it. I care about the environment, you should too.
Haha, my hopeless romantic side just reminded me of how similar this is to ‘The Lake House’. Ever seen it? Go watch it, it’s ok for guys to watch chick flicks too, you know.
Well, what a delightful one sided conversation eh? I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, you did, I know it. I have to go to bed now, my future hangs by a thread that is dependent on the outcome of tomorrow between 9 and 11:30 am.
So long, stranger.
This is a fantastic idea, perhaps I will give this to a random person on the street one day.
Day 1 — Your Best Friend
Day 2 — Your Crush
Day 3 — Your parents
Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)
Day 5 — Your dreams
Day 6 — A stranger
Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — Someone from your childhood
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad
Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to
Day 23 — The last person you kissed
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror