I love meeting new people. It’s full of “Hi, what’s your name?”
“I’m a teacher, how about you?”
“I’m from Syracuse but I’m in town for the weekend.”
I love awkward handshakes and worrying about them later. First impressions are key! But they typically don’t matter. Not when I’m meeting friends of friends at a restaurant on a Saturday night. “I will never see you again!” I think. And if I do see them again, they won’t remember me.
People are quirky and love to talk. They have so many opinions! Sometimes, when I meet new people, I don’t even listen to what they’re saying. I just think, “I wonder why they have these opinions.” Why do they think the way they do? Maybe their parents signed them up for dance when they were four. Maybe their college roommate woke up every day at five. Maybe their day was so long and they just want to complain about their boss to anyone. Even me!
Some people get scared to meet new people, but not me. I get scared after I’ve gotten to know them. What if they don’t actually want to be my friend? What if they get a job in Kansas and move there next week? What if they’re not like that stranger I talked to at a restaurant on a Saturday night? New people have no strings attached. Old people have baggage hanging from their strings and it’s up to me to decide whether to untangle the strings or not. That’s so much pressure!
So for now, I’ll just stick to meeting new people. They tell me their stories, I go home to laugh at how awkward everyone was. How lucky I don’t have to decide whether they belong in my life forever.





















