“Have you ever had a random encounter or fleeting moment with a stranger that stuck with you?”
Excerpt From: The Editors, WordPress.com. “365 Days of Writing Prompts.” iBooks.
I have multiple random encounters with strangers. I can’t even seem to remember one important moment. When it comes to people, nothing really ever sticks with me and I guess that could be a problem… or not.
Frankly, I rarely miss people. Not even my family. I’m just being real here. I just don’t miss people that much but I care for them and I love them. And I sometimes say, “I miss you,” just so I wouldn’t seem like someone who doesn’t care.
Perhaps it has something to do with being raised in a “broken” (for lack of a better word) home. My mom was almost always away because of work or other activities. My dad abandoned us when I was in 6th grade. My siblings and I played together but we also have our own worlds and agendas to look after.
I don’t think that I’m attached to people so much that I miss them when they’re gone. I just think that people who are not around are just… absent. They might come back soon… or not. But the fact is, I can still go on and live and meet other people. I’m so weird in that way.
It’s not like I don’t put value in my relationships or that I don’t care about people. I do. But I just don’t make a fuss over their absence because I feel like, if they really wanted to be with you, they would be there. And if they don’t want to be with you or circumstances need them to be away for a while, then they would not be there. And that’s it. It’s almost too funny and simple but that’s the way it works for me.
If that’s how I feel about those who are close to me, then there’s really nothing much to say when it comes to strangers. They just don’t stick. To be fair, I’m present when the moment happens and, after it’s gone, I’m simply just of out of the moment, too. And that’s probably why no memory in particular is stuck in my mind when it comes to stranger encounters.
This doesn’t mean, however, that problems should arise. It just means that I (or probably you too) have a different way of handling physical presence and absence. It also doesn’t mean that love or care is nonexistent just because you don’t miss someone. It’s probably simply because of the way things are. And you just gotta deal.