Don't Talk to Strangers

I had another thought in mind to post today but I'll hold off on it, it's not going anywhere.

Today I decided to head into brooklyn to get my shape up. It's a typical Thursday ritual since I've been back on the east coast since january. I had a brain fart trying to think of the word ritual just now. But back to the topic at hand.

I meant to leave jersey city around 4 to get into brooklyn by 5, but my normal bouncing around resulted in me leaving around 5 instead. As the World Trade Center PATH train rolled in I began walking towards the doors to the 2nd car when this girl walked past me to go into 1st car. Something about her face was so familiar that I turned around and reached for her shoulder. I asked her if she went to Bishop Ford (the high school I graduated from), to which she said yes. At this point we boarded the train and I asked her what year she graduated. She had graduated 2001, I graduated 2002. We conversed all the way through to Brooklyn. It was just an interesting experience.

She told me she worked at the prosecutor's office here in Jersey City. Where she works they get all the complaints dealing with a lot of horrible crimes, reading the reports and hearing 1st hand accounts from victims. It's a hard job, I don't think I would be capable of a position like that. We talked about how emotionally draining it is. I know personally watching Law & Order / SVU cases how crazy it is to me how I'll feel empathetic for the characters knowing it's fake, but she meets people going through these things in real life.

We also talked about bumping into people from high school, friend requests from people from high school on facebook, people that you weren't really friends with back then. She expressed she had no interest in it. I on the other hand had a different take on things. Some people are who they were in high school, and some people are different people. And some, because of any of a multitude of reasons never interacted with people while they had the daily opportunity to, and this is possibly the time for it.

But it was nice to make a connection with someone I sorta but really didn't know. Sometimes I feel like I'm so far gone when it comes to human interaction.

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