Strangers, till we meet.

The evening has come to an end. You have just put in another 10 hour shift at work. Everything hurts. Neck and wrist from the abuse on multiple screens. You didn’t get sleep last night. You were anxious about the presentation today. It went better than you imagined. It was terrible according to some. You are impaled on the expectations of others. You drove 2 hours to reach work, and will drive another 2 to get home. You don’t spend enough time at home. With home. You don’t have time to spend.

So this is what the corner office journey does? If yes, then I don’t want the corner. I want the open spaces. I want the warmth of a sunny day, the rush of a windy afternoon. I want to meet new people. I want to see the distant instagram pictures for real. I want to meet the twitter handles I talk to. I want to stop being known to everyone who doesn’t know me.

I am a stranger to you. You are a stranger to someone. Yet you don’t have time amongst strangers. And you don’t have time for loved ones. Isn’t that strange?