I was all bundled up and had my headphones in on the walk to the station today. Behind the podcast I thought I could hear someone shout. I glanced to the side and a car was stopped on the opposite side of the street with the driver side window was down. (I’m in England so the driver was on my side of the car.) For some reason I chose to pretend not to hear.

Maybe it was the podcast about fear I was listening to…maybe I thought the car looked dodgy. Maybe because people are always asking me directions and I don’t know any for the area I was in. Anyway I kept walking with eyes forward and down. He gave up after a third shout and drove on. A few minutes later the same car drove by in the other direction so I’m guessing he just wanted directions. I feel bad I didn’t try to help but…what? I’m conditioned to be inside my little bubble from the moment I rise till I get to work. Strangers surround me for hours and you’re expected to pull yourself in and pay no attention to things going on around you.

I am a private person, I don’t like people asking me questions till I really get comfortable with them. A scene in a TV show last night had this line: “I didn’t ask where you got your money, don’t ask me where I get my socks.” Nosy people really bug me.

That’s why I’m doing this blog. To respond to the urge for communication, but do it at a bit of a distance. Till I get to know you a bit better.

Its a tricky bit of juggling.