Tiny ants wriggling about

Where are your sacred places?
 
 
            As strange as it may sound, I feel at home around new people, strangers.  There is a certain amount of comfort in the ignorance of strangers.  Strangers make great company because they don’t know anything about you.  It gives you the opportunity to start out fresh and new each time you meet someone.

            When I was younger I often felt intimidated by people I didn’t know.  I would wonder what they thought of me as a stranger to them.  As I grew older I began to enjoy other people being uncomfortable with me as a stranger in their life.  This may be due to the amount of movies I have seen that begin with a stranger entering a new situation.

            Upon entering a new situation no one has predetermined roles so you can find your niche quickly and adapt it on the fly.  There is much freedom to be exploited in the first few moments of an interaction.  Knowing that others are often nervous or uncomfortable with this allows me to establish whatever role I choose.

            I suppose there are many physical places I could have written about to satisfy this morning’s prompt but there is no place that the Feng Shui or balance feels better than watching other people squirm.  There is a bit of sadist in us all, but most people are just not comfortable with that.  No one has a problem watching the three stooges suffer physically for our amusement so why be uncomfortable with enjoying people stumble over words and blush when you laugh.