Out for the night, it’s Friday, have been working all week, now it’s me time, and what’s better than meeting a complete stranger, and letting it all hang out, right, am I right or not, just think about it, no strings, no guilt, no anxieties, pure contact with another soul, so you think, the excitement, good or bed, the risk gets you high thinking about it, right.
No one knows your faults, your true self you never have to be, no discussion about troubled relatives, no shit to say about your job, or the trouble you had all week, you got the mobile phone to do all that, well don’t you. Three in the morning, alone, the head spinning, the booze running you, you think your being yourself, won’t do it again.
Complete strangers; there are so many avenues to choose from, could be a hobby group, people you have something in common with, it could be a game of golf on a new golf course, or perhaps, the last person you met online, the total stranger in the room. You discuss your likes and dislikes, the stuff you prefer, you can get intimate, you can lie.
Complete strangers, and what is worst you say, not that it’s bad all the time; it’s the habit being formed, the useless connections to stranger, strangers, stuff you warn children of. She plays with the phone, there is a movie on, you watch she twiddles her thumbs, your now the stranger in the room, what about that for a turnaround, you the stranger now.
Solomon sighed, so much contact, so little discussion, so many people feel like this, why were so many saying nothing, just putting up with it. Well, if i’m bored i can always check the mobile I