A Little Thing Called Faith

I get spoken to randomly on the street. Sometimes it creeps me out - actually, most of the time it creeps me out. I guess I'm not used to the attention, or whatever you want to call it, from random people. Back at home, people would smile, pet your dog (not that I had one), or just say mornin', but here it's different. Here, people try to have conversations - but not necessarily conversations that I want to have.

I was in a good mood today. I think it was the sunshine. I like sunshine. Having grown up in a city that is perpetually cloudy and rainy, being able to bask in warm, unadulterated, yellowness makes me sort of giddy with joy. So I was in a really good mood today. I even called home as I was walking to the library (something I rarely do - I usually call at night) and spoke to my parents for a while.

Point of this post. There are some people who creep you out, and then there are the others who stop you and say 'God bless you.'

I got that twice today. First from a guy I bought a kid's book from (rainbow fish anyone?), who looked at me with amusement as I gushed with glee at having seen a book from my childhood sitting in a bucket on the street, and rushed to look through it. And second from some guy walking along the street as I headed home after a night with friends.

People are good. People are nice.

And yes, Shalimar. Laugh as much as you like, I still have faith in Humanity.

(I dunno if this post makes any sense. It does in my brain...)