>> today I went to an apartment complex that was especially confusing. suffocated blocks of rooms, doors swung open, an old woman looking through the dumpster- staring at me with hungry eyes. i searched for the right number for awhile. with the partly scraped off map, I didn't have much luck. and then, there he was. a man across the parking lot waving at me with a goofy smile on his face. i had sunglasses on. sort of waved back. confused eyebrows. "oh, I'm sorry ma'am, I thought you were someone else." maybe. "do you know where 203 is?" "i don't, but maybe so and so knows where it is." i follow him, something tells me to trust him, you know? you have to develop an intuition for these things. like muscles that you use over and over again when you run.
i quickly discover that he in fact did think he knew me, because he knew just about everyone in that damn apartment complex. by name. we went to multiple people outside that otherwise probably wouldn't have welcomed me, and he asked them how they were doing, lightness in his voice. i smiled. i didn't really mind if we found 203. i was apart of something, along for the ride. we walk quite a ways, nobody knows where it is. he offers to hold the drinks that I'm carrying, and I let him. not much else conversation. i tell him he doesn't have to help me. he doesn't mind. doesn't ask my name. i can tell he's genuinely just helping out for no reason. it's refreshing. i ask him if he likes living at these apartments , and he says he likes it okay. we find 203 eventually, he tells me to be careful and then he goes his own way. it made me think of you. i bet you would do that for someone, some girl that was lost, just like me. maybe you already have. multiple times. lucky girl. aren't we all often in situations where we're talking to someone, and there's another person, maybe hundreds of miles away, that wishes they could take our place and talk to them instead?<<