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Treating Strangers like Friends

When you travel with someone for a year or two, you pick up their habits. One of Todd's habits that I most admire, and am thankful to have picked, up is the practice of treating strangers like friends. When he goes to a restaurant and the waiter asks him how he is, he tells him what's going on in his life and returns the question in such a way that it obligates a genuine response. When we leave a restaurant, everyone we know gets a hug.

I get nostalgic, mostly for times I wasn't alive for. Like the middle ages. And, more relevantly, like the days before computers and cell phones, when neighbors actually recognized each other, and maybe even talked to each other. Shopkeepers were called shopkeepers, and they knew their customers by name. Their conversations extended beyond a scripted sales pitch for a rip-off extended warranty. I miss these times because I've seen them in movies and read about them in books, not because I've really experienced them.

Simple habits can be profound. One such habit that is more important than ever is to treat strangers like friends. Facebook, cell phones, and other "social" technologies have done to friendship what laminate flooring did for hardwood floors. It made things easier and more accessible, but did so at the cost of substance. In fact, this is happening in pretty much every area of life, something I've realized more fully now that I'm trying to find meat with substance; it's almost impossible. So I try to treat everyone as though they're a real person, just in case they actually are. Unfortunately I can't answer all my email anymore, but when I do I try to write to the person as if they're my friend, rather than use stock replies (which I could do, since a lot of the things people write about are similar). Once in a while I even fill someone in on secret future plans or send them a draft of something. When interacting with random people in everyday life, I make an effort to actually listen to them and to talk about things that they may not have talked about with every person they've interacted with that day.

Weak Fingernails & Empty Bank Accounts

On Project Copperhead

I am Ezzy Winters.

I have lots of things to say. Here's where I'm going to say them. Generally, people on social networking are unable to handle anything unless it's pictures of food, or someone's fitness journey, so I am making a blog for myself. I've found in today's world, we suffer more from a fear of offending than a fear of genuine danger. I don't suffer from a fear of offending as that would imply that I intend to offend, which I don't, however, I do suffer from respect for other people's wishes. I've been told to keep my opinions and feelings quiet (as they are apparently 'annoying and offensive'), so I'll say them somewhere else out of respect. You can stay, enjoy my rants, my stories, my poems, etc. Or you can leave. Either will still leave me the same. I will still drink my cups of tea and continue typing up everything I'm thinking. I will still love my music, photography, financial planning and my fiance will still love me.

Maybe you will find me boring or nasty, and really that's okay. I don't get offended by someone saying what they think, otherwise I'd be a hypocrite.

I probably haven't started this blog off on the best note, but I'm not really a fan of fuzzy introductions where I tell you all about me in the hopes it'll make you like me. You either like me or you don't, I can't say anything to change your mind about that. I didn't make a plan to say anything I've said. I prefer sometimes to just let my fingers on my keyboard do the walking.

The other thing you may infer by my monotony, is that I am somehow uncaring, but I genuinely care, sometimes too much, which is why I respected the requests to take my words somewhere else. I care for good people, and I care for animals unconditionally. I actually love animals more than people. They don't have ill-will or political correctness. They are my heart.

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