Strangers
Sometimes I wish I could get a hold of a stranger, and just start talking.
They won't know me, hell, they are not even going to care about me. I will tell them about my troubles and stories. I will let out everything that I had in mind, and I will even tell them things I couldn't tell my friends and family....in KOREAN.
The stranger will probably walk away completely dumbfounded, and maybe either slightly scared or insulted. They may or may not punch me right in the face before doing so. They will drive or walk to their home wishing that they would never see me again. As time passes, they will eventually forget about the insignificant "meeting" with me and it will be like I never existed.
Then I will feel better.
Maybe.
They won't know me, hell, they are not even going to care about me. I will tell them about my troubles and stories. I will let out everything that I had in mind, and I will even tell them things I couldn't tell my friends and family....in KOREAN.
The stranger will probably walk away completely dumbfounded, and maybe either slightly scared or insulted. They may or may not punch me right in the face before doing so. They will drive or walk to their home wishing that they would never see me again. As time passes, they will eventually forget about the insignificant "meeting" with me and it will be like I never existed.
Then I will feel better.
Maybe.