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I like to speak to strangers. In my mind, everyone is a walking book with a story. If I have the opportunity of opening those pages and hearing their story, I feel honored. Of course there is always that possibility of opening it and then not being able to close it...but that happens rarely and there are warning signs if you pay attention (like a look of anticipation, slightly bulging eyes, and a general anxiousness looking for a ready victim). But, I digress. I have a friend who told me she hates chit chat. She doesn't have time for it and sees no redeeming quality in it. I am not like that. I consider chit chat to being a segue to something more significant...a portal to their world. So, today I saw a chance to initiate a conversation with someone I didn't know at the gym. I saw an easy connection by commenting on her shirt, the style and where she got it, because I really like it and have one in another pattern. Generally I think everyone is my friend until they choose not to be. She clearly chose not to be. She never even looked at me as she mumbled something curt. So, looking at it from her viewpoint, I looked like a busy body trying to find out things that were none of my business. From my viewpoint, she just blew a chance to make friends with a really interesting and fun person! Good thing I have Rhino skin! Go Figure!
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