I’ve always talked to strangers. My parents never told me not to talk to strangers. As children my siblings and I would wonder wherever we wished. Once while in the boy scouts and visiting the World’s Fair in Montreal Canada, Expo 67, I wandered off and got on the subway system, it was great fun. I was 12 years old then.
Even today I’m a real people person. I talk to whoever I feel like, when I am in the mood. It catches many people off guard and they wonder about my motives. But my motives are pure and simple, I like talking to people.
I have no message to give for the most part, not a conscious message per say. But maybe some things I’m inspired to say are meant to act as a catalyst on the person I’m speaking to.
You voiced your attraction to the Ancient Aztecs. The Tezcatlipoca impersonator that was sacrificed every year during the month of Toxcatl, he was a real people person. He would walk about the city and greet people whether he knew them or not.
You know, it’s weird, my mind gets a little befuddled at times. I confused deame with Lucius for some strange reason. Probably all the tequila and beer I’ve been drinking today. Deame was not the one who asked about Aztec Pagans.
Some people do think you are harassing them and they become hostile.
I don't talk to strangers, especially men; if they find you attractive, they instantly think you want to have sex with them.
I know that's right. But in my case, sex is rather distant from my motives.
I’ve been out walking the streets for the past seven hours. I talked to a lot of strangers today.
One stranger I talked to today was rather interesting. He was fishing in a little lake for catfish. He had just got out of prison after serving five years. He told me that he didn’t trust anyone. I told him there are many good people in the world. He just smirked.
See, now, that guy wouldn’t strike me as being at all interesting. Unless he’d told me that what he was fishing for was a chest of rare coins that he’d dumped into the lake fifty years ago, right before the cops caught up with him and sent him to prison. That’s a story I’d want to hear more of.
I’ll talk to anybody who strikes me as being interesting.
Sometimes i play the role of a foreigner from mexico :)
1. Go to a Trump rally.
2. Do your “foreigner from Mexico” thing.
3. Ask strangers there if they know a way you can still vote for Trump, even though you’re not a registered voter.
4. Watch heads explode as hilarity ensues.