A fact about me: I like to think I’m artsy. Because of that fact, I have a wall in my room completely dedicated to quotes. At first, I thought I was epic (lol) for painting my room with anything I wanted. Today, I’ve basically memorized every quote on the wall and would be glad to give it a makeover. That being said, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how I interact with people in my everyday life. I’m a social person, but I don’t regularly search for interaction with people. I usually mind my own business in public, dishing out the occasional smile or greeting. This realization made me think: why? Why don’t I interact more with people? Humans are social creatures– why don’t we regularly ask strangers how their day has been? Why don’t I? And so, appropriately, a quote on my wall stood out to me as if I had never read it before:
And it kind of hit me. It’s so, so simple, and yet, a fault of mine. I grow nervous when I have to initiate interaction with strangers.
I was a little shocked at this realization. I’m about to leave on my gap year and one of my goals is to meet and interact with as many people as possible. How am I going to do that, in a foreign country where I don’t understand the language, if I can’t do it in my own town? And so I decided to put myself to the test.
Monday, July 7th: Sat next to a man named Creshaw (?) at the Uptown Transportation Center (aka bus station). A bus made a really strange wailing sound and he complained in good nature about how the fares were going up and yet they didn’t have properly functioning buses. I agreed with a laugh and sympathized with him. He later offered me some gum, and that small gesture opened up a door of communication for us. Things we talked about:
-How landing acting gigs in Charlotte was getting rough because they don’t do very much color blind casting. How he wants to pursue acting in New York but can’t because his family moved down slowly and completely after 9/11 because it freaked them out so much, so he doesn’t have anyone to stay with. Said he likes to be comfortable when I suggested a hostel and I said I guess it depends how much you want it and what you’re willing to do for it.
-Huge, huge fan of the Braves and has been watching them for years. Played baseball and loves the game.
-Has a grandpa that he spent July 4th with and revealed that he is turning 100 years old. We contemplated the enormity of that accomplishment and the amount of things he had seen. He was in World War II. He still has a sharp mind and all he needs as a walking aid is his cane. Loves to garden and focus on architecture.
-Mother is Dominican, father is from NYC. Asked him if he spoke Spanish and he responded nah, but he wished he did. Said he knew “un poquito” and then added that I was “muy linda;” I chuckled and said, “Yeah, you got it down. The important parts at least,” and he laughed.
-Asked me for my number, turned it down nicely.
Appearance: dirty Charlotte Knights baseball cap, plain white t shirt with shorts and beat up sneakers. Back pack, African American, black freckles.
Tuesday, July 8th: Saw this guy sitting on a bench with his leg all wrapped up and in a cast with crutches. Walked past him and explored some of downtown. Came back around and he was sitting in a different place, next to a waterfall fountain. Walked past him again, made up my mind, drew up some courage, and turned around and approached him. Things we talked about:
How he was doing (he pointed at his leg). What happened? He broke it. How? He didn’t know, he was just walking and he fell and it broke right above his ankle. I cringed and told him about my brother and how he’d broken his ankle and it was so weak that when he was older he tore a ligament by just stepping on a rock and had to get it fixed with surgery. The guy said damn and he pointed at his own and said he needed surgery too. I said damn, I hope it goes well. I asked how long it would take to heal and he said 6 months. I said I hope he gets better soon! He said thank you, and I walked away.
I realize I didn’t introduce myself or get his name, but I said nice to meet you. I was pretty nervous, so I guess I forgot proper social etiquette (oops). But I didn’t get the vibe that I should tell him my name. Hopefully I’ll see him again. I think I told him the story about my brother’s injury because that’s the only connection I had to such a freak accident. And maybe there was another reason: to show him that freak accidents have happened to other people and that he isn’t alone. Was it comforting? I don’t know, probably not. But maybe, in some small way.
Appearance: semi-long red curly hair held back with a headband, curly red beard, light skinned with freckles, tall, black shirt and khaki shorts on, some tattoos on his arms and leg.
I realize now I should have asked him what he liked to do and what he does. Should have asked him to tell me his story. But I could tell he was a little confused as to why I was talking to him. I basically tried to pull a HONY (Humans of New York) except without the cool photo and fluid conversation.
Wednesday, July 9th: Argentina game almost KILLED ME but I survived and we’re moving on to the World Cup!!! Didn’t have time to talk to anyone today, but I did smile a lot at people I made eye contact with on the street (as I try to do all the time nowadays).
Thursday, July 10th: Sitting in the back of the bus reading when a boy, Charlie, sat next to me. He asked me to open his Dr. Pepper bottle because he was struggling. I tried, but I couldn’t open it (I swear the thing was like super glued shut, c’mon now Dr. P). He wasn’t deterred though, because he took the bottle back and struck up a conversation. I would say things we talked about, but really he talked the entire time:
-FIRETRUUCCKKSS. So many firetrucks. Volunteers at fire stations all the time and loves them. Took out a binder from his back pack and showed me pictures of them as he explained how many wheels they had, the length of their ladders, etc.
-Showed me a stuffed animal rhino he had just bought at a toy store. He really wants to go to South Africa to go on a safari.
-At one point he scooted over closer to me and gave me a hug and then gave me an “I ❤ Jesus” key chain because he felt lucky to have met such an awesome girl on the bus.
-We took a selfie, at his request on his phone, and then on mine:
-We ended up getting off at the same bus stop and we walked toward my car because he was walking the same way anyway. He gave me a pink plastic glove he had in his backpack (yeah, I don’t know) for being a special girl. I told him he was a sweetheart and accepted it with a smile.
Charlie has a small speech impairment and, unfortunately, it was pretty loud on the bus so I missed a lot of the things he said, but I enjoyed the conversation and his company regardless. He is the kind of person who makes you smile no matter what you’re talking about; unconditionally sweet and not afraid to talk about things passionately, something I greatly admire about him.
**Update 7/22/14: Three friends have told me that they know Charlie! They told me he carries pink gloves with him wherever he goes and gives them out to people– it’s like his signature thing. He also loves to take selfies with people, which he calls “Charlie’s Angels Selfies.”
Friday, July 11th: Visited a used book store and found myself wandering through the philosophy section. As I read different titles, a guy settled in next to me (!!!!!!!!!! If you remember my last post hahaha, go figure). I didn’t pay attention to him until he asked me what interested me about philosophy. I confessed I’d never read a book about philosophy but I did like to talk about philosophical things, so I figured I’d finally give the books a try. Things we talked about (more accurately, things he explained and revealed to me):
-He studies philosophy in his free time. He dropped out of college (he’s 22) to enter the military. Once there, he realized what the military was really about and knew it wasn’t for him. Said violence wasn’t for him. Works full time now.
-Mentioned that to understand philosophy and to get the best perspectives on it, people should read up on all types of subjects including economics, politics, history, and science. Said he has read quantum physics and has found it incredibly interesting. I laughed at this and said that was probably way over my head. He admitted to being a C student and that quantum physics really wasn’t that bad. He’s sure I could handle it. Well, alrighty then haha.
-Told me that humans are made up of 99.9999% space and that the trillions of atoms that make up our bodies have tiny black holes at their centers. Huh.
-Conveniently, the religion section was next to the philosophy section, so our conversation shifted to our beliefs. Told him I was Catholic but was in the stage where I question a lot of my beliefs and the beliefs of the Catholic Church and structured religions in general. He sympathized with me and shared with me this story:
There once was an old lion who lived in a cave near a forest. The old lion was alone, and because of his age, struggled to eat because the little creatures in the forest were too quick and he couldn’t catch them. One day though, he stumbled upon an injured bull and was able to hunt it down and eat it. The old lion was so satisfied and happy with his game that he released a great roar. Two hunters near by heard the roar, tracked the old lion down, and killed him.
Moral of the story? Don’t open your mouth if you’re full of bull.
I laughed and said touché. He went on to recommend two books which I bought because, well, why the hell not? I’m all about broadening my mind and exposing it to different things. He had to run after that, but said to facebook message him if I ever wanted to discuss philosophy. Maybe I will sometime, Jeff.
And with that, I concluded my week of interactions with people. Granted, I only initiated one of them, but by the time I met Jeff at the end of the week, I was actively participating in the conversation and I was genuinely curious. It’s also interesting to note that, even though I didn’t initiate the interactions, the week that I set out to interact with strangers was the week I did so the most. Merely being open to the idea made me aware that interactions happen all the time. I just have to be willing to pick up on them and run with them.
I also want to tie this into the title of my blog. Mi Andanza Persuadida. My persuaded fate. And maybe others’ as well. Like the guy I approached on Tuesday who was on crutches. Maybe my interaction with him didn’t change his attitude, but maybe it made him feel even slightly better that someone wished him a good recovery. It’s moments like that that everyone needs to be conscious of. It’s moments like when I got the courage to ask out a cute waiter at my favorite brunch restaurant and got rejected (he has a girlfriend, slightly bitter, he’s so cute!). Even though I talked to the broken leg guy for 30 seconds, maybe I impacted him in some way. He certainly gave me more confidence and showed me it’s okay to approach people. Even though I got rejected when asking out the waiter, it could have turned out differently. And maybe it will with the next boy, because you know what, fuck gender roles.
It’s moments like that which make me excited, because we have the power to change our lives and the lives of others in unimaginable ways. People, after all, are merely people much like you and I; they shouldn’t make us nervous. All we need to say is a little more than hello.