Thursday, February 22, 2007

Strange (rs)

i met him in a hotel room, number 225. and i think it's strange how you can meet someone and give them a hug like you already know them and then think, wait, do i already know you? and it's strange how you can sit on a hill, taking in the (almost forgotten) sunshine and laugh until you cry while listening to a story about the time he convinced some children that his already-been-chewed chewing gum was a specialtopsecret polymer from NASA, which had the utilitous, miraculous quality of attracting the fish in the river. and i like to hear about the little kids that would come up after school and wait outside his door for him until he had some more of that special polymer to give out.

most of all, i think it's strange how people can be so, so nice to a stranger. and stranger still how we save all the pain for those whom we love.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

yes,
and like I've asked you to stay in school, and I've given you the mobeus strip, and I didn't mean to intrude on your dinner--this seams like its pointed to me and my friend there. I miss talking to her. Please don't hold that against me. I don't mean anthing and dont' want anything, just want to talk to her. OK?

Oh, this is not K and M or whatever that is about. Its just that guy that tried to be whatever kindness he represented.

payasa said...

Sure, this piece is pointed in a certain direction, but I didn't know that you were standing over there at the time. I guess maybe you're just collateral damage, sorry about that.

This is about people in my own life, but I think that everyone has learned this lesson at some point or another. I just think that it is funny how it is easier to be nice to people who don't really know us.

Kindness is as kindness does.