it's true. strangers tend to tell me things about themselves.. their lives.. their families.. all sorts of things. it's all very random. and usually out of nowhere. but it tends to happen to me everywhere i go. and i'm not kidding.
i mean how else would i know that the sweet old man at trader joe's has a wife who ate too much salt? and that the eating of the too much salt affected her heart and almost killed her. and that she had to have surgery to repair the arteries. but at least she's going to be okay. and they're happy. and he thinks that the things at trader joe's are too expensive and how can anyone afford to buy their food from there? and how come people don't just cook in their own homes anymore? and don't forget to lay off the salt! because of him, i haven't been salting things. really.
and then there was the guy at the gas station. i mean, i was sitting there, filling sam (my jeep) up with gas, and next thing i know this guy has told me all about his 22 year old daughter. she was addicted to drugs, but she's been clean and sober for a few months now. she had to move back home and if she was going to live with him, she had to clean up. but she doesn't have a job right now. and he's worried that the guy she is dating is a total loser. but he's just trying to be a good dad. and he just wants the best for his daughter. and i told him that i knew both. and i meant it.
and i can't forget that guy with an accent so thick, trying to explain to me that he wants to be an airplane technician. and so he's moving to denver colorado on august 2nd to go to school there. he said there was a school in la, but he was afraid of falling in with a bad crowd and he thinks denver is a safer bet for him. i laughed when he mentioned that he would probably lose his tan and turn white living there. i wished him luck. and i meant it.
i always walk away from things that like and wonder if it ever happens to anyone else? or am i the only one? on one hand i think it's neat to talk to people and hear the things they choose to tell me. but then i wonder WHY me? i mean, do i have a sign on my forehead that tells people it's okay to get completely personal with me and tell me things you may not even tell your friends? i really don't mind it, i just find it kind of fascinating. and in some ways, i consider myself lucky.
does this happen to you? or someone you know? or do other weird things happen to you? what happens to you often enough that you think it's odd?