For a long time I've been fascinated by how people interact, some may say that this is unoriginal or that it is pointless but I figured since it has been on my mind for a long time I would start to 'document' my experiences. I have pondered over this for a few years in other forms, mainly by asking annoying questions which involve some of the elements that 'Moments with strangers' uses. Examples of these are when I, in the past, have made comments about how people share their experiences with people that they don't know. If all is private then when on a night out do you not go into a bar if there are few people? If your night out is to be with your friends surely going to an empty establishment will suffice? It is my 'fascination' with our 'need' to be around and share moments with people that we class as strangers that has lead me to creating this blog. Please note that the postings on this blog are of my own experience unless otherwise stated, the dates that I have posted are not the date in which the experience was... experienced.
It's not my fault
Walking towards the sheltered bus stop I see a small Asian man with a moustache whom I vaguely recognise though can't quite place. He mimes "hello" to me as I squint my eyes forward to him racking my memory for his face. I raise my brow to him as not to be rude then take my place in out two-man queue for the bus. I hear a jingling and look toward the direction of the bus, a man approaches with a briefcase-looking-carryon and a large set of keys. His pace hastens as he approaches as a bus headed for the centre appears from the corner, standing in the queue myself and unknown friend so not raise out arms to alight it. The jingling rises and the man raises his arm to the driver. Although his action is witnessed the driver does not have enough space to slow and 'park'. I look into the distance avoiding eye contact feeling that somehow, I and 'friend' are to blame. I turn to my ‘friend' with bottom lip raised showing a sheepish eye, he raises his lip in accordance knowing somehow that we share blame... I cannot place his face though submit this encounter to memory.