I Don't Believe In Strangers

Stranger, is a peculiar vocabulary word; root word strange. Definition: unfamiliar person. To me, I believe the word stranger is merely a made up word to describe a person you don’t know or in other words a person you have yet to meet. What’s strange is that in a few minutes that “stranger” can turn into your best friend or family in just a few words or a simple “Hello”. Is anyone really a stranger?

Even though we might not know that certain person, but you have to admit, we as humans, judge on what we can predict of that person. Say there’s this girl wearing a washed-up aids walk tee-shirt and burlap capris, you would automatically think they’re tree-huggers and charitable. Everyone and everything has a background story that’s within ourselves. That is what makes us a stranger to one another.

There are people on this planet that I’ve yet to know, heck there are a massive amount of people in this school that I‘ve probably never even knew existed on this campus. But there was this one girl I met five years ago. When I first met her I had no idea who she was. Only my judgments were to decided who she was in my eyes. From the outside she was completely different than me. She wore many black articles of clothing as for me I wore bright, cheery colors. Nor we hung out with the same circle of friends. From style to friends, we were from two different worlds.

One warm, sunny day, in spring, my sixth period P.E. class were assigned to teams and there she was, ripped from her regular posse into my small, “member-lacking” group. As she was, standing on the sideline of the volley court, looking like a lost puppy, I suddenly had a flashback of a time when I was forced into an history group project and hated every second, being because I was the only girl and feeling very left out. So then at that point I threw away all my judgments I’ve ever thought against her and decided to work up the courage to make her feel part of the team with a simple “Hello”.

Just like that we click! Little did I know we had so much in common. Turns out she’s nothing like what I imaged her to be and we got along great. Five years now and we’re still the best of friends. I’m so glad I didn’t let the fact she, being a stranger, get in the way of me making a new friend. You’ll never know the outcome of actions if you don’t try. It’s funny how a simple “Hello” can make such a big difference. Don’t let a simple word like “stranger” get in the way of opening many possibilities. If it doesn’t work out then at least you gave it an effort to try. I don’t believe in strangers, but I believe that we are all people that we’ve yet to know.