People who introduce themselves to me at the bus stop (or on the bus) scare me. Even the sane ones. At first I thought it was kind of awesome, ballsy, and perhaps a sign of high self-esteem.
"Hi stranger. I don't know you, but I'm pretty amazing and think you will like me."
But I have quickly come to the conclusion that only the lonely and super-religious talk to strangers at the bus stop.
"Hi stranger. I get absolutely no attention from anyone at home so even though you are clearly reading a book, listening to your I-pod AND texting someone on your phone, I really need you to pay attention to me and make me feel like you think I'm hot/nice/interesting."
This morning I was minding my own business when a man introduced himself and invited me to church. I politely nodded and went back to reading. "Do you know Jesus as your savior?" Then he said "God wants to take you in his loving arms..." At this point I gave a weak smile and a raised eyebrow which got him to walk away.
I thing religion is a private thing and I certainly do not want to talk about cuddling with God at the bus stop.
(A blog within the blog: Dear Mom, Please don't write me an email about being disappointed in me for not taking pride in my religious fervor or one in which you imply that God/you/your grandmother is disappointed in me. I love you the mostest! Heart, Bry)
I like to pretend I am anonymous while commuting. It is bad enough I have to smell the farts of strangers, but to be subjected to an hour of talking to a complete stranger on where they found the best deal on their winter jacket is just about more than I can handle.
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