Ok, there are some things that bother me about living in the south, and one in particular is their habit of talking to strangers. If you don't know me, plus you have NEVER seen me before, I equal a stranger, and so do YOU!
It literally makes my stomach churn when I'm on the bus, and some strange guy or girl just decides to start asking me personal questions. I'm not talking about just saying hello or nodding their head out of courtesy. I'm talking about, "Hello, miss where are you going? Where do you live? Do you ride the bus everyday? Is that a Nook you're reading? Can I see it?"
Uh...NO sir...I don't know YOU!!!
You can be some serial killer, that likes to size females up for your "Elite Elegant Epidermis" fashion line.
My friend Alexius tried to explain to me, "People down here aren't like people where you're from. They don't mean any harm, and honestly we see people that don't converse with their "friendly stranger" as being rude. It's just 'Southern Hospitality'."
I don't mean any harm, but my roots are what keep me safe and grounded, even as my branches reach far and wide. Talking to strangers, just because they're uncomfortable with silence, is NEVER going to be on my "to do" list.
Hell, they need someone to talk to so bad, they should call Cee-Lo Green. He's down with talking to strangers:
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