Recently I met an Irishman called Steve. Interesting guy, he’s worked as a psychiatrist all over the world... Israel, Egypt, South Africa, the US, everywhere. I was walking by his front garden and he was sitting in the sun kicking back and he said hello. Seemed friendly so I stopped to have a natter.
Turns out he’s a really nice guy.
I was so glad to meet someone new. Nothing ever happens to me, but today, something did!
I was starting to go stir crazy locked up in my little penitentiary flat for so long. I tell you stuff like this make my day.
Told him a bit about myself but didn’t really let him in on my bag. I’m one of those people who it takes a long time to really suss out. He’s invited me over for coffee when this whole thing is over which I’ll probably take him up on.
It’s not very often that I’ll meet someone because when I’m going somewhere it feels like I’ve got to get there so I don’t feel in the present moment enough to have a spontaneous chat with a stranger. But today I was like “what the hell why the fuck not?” And I’m glad I did.