A comfortable stranger is someone that's a familiar part of our landscape, yet we don't actually know. It may be someone you see every other day at the bus stop or subway or intersection, because your schedules match, or just someone you see working at a store you visit often. You don't know them, and have probably never said a word to them, but over time your brain develops its own familiarity. You notice the comfortable stranger by their absence one day, and wonder if they're just sick or ever coming back.In this urban setting, we're often surrounded by more comfortable stranger than friends. Why, did you ask yourself? Why the indifference? Why let these people drop into background noise of your life? Is it because we lack the courage to strike a simple conversation?
How many comfortable stranger is there in your life?
Quoted from "Goodbye, Mr Jennings", Drunken Blog
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