I talk to strangers.
And I talk to little kids and pet dogs I encounter.
It brings joy to my life. And sometimes maybe a little sparkle to someone else’s day.
I was thinking about this while I was on my (almost) daily lunchtime jaunt around the neighborhood. I encounter all types of people, moms with strollers, elderly couples holding hands, dog-walkers. I always offer a smile and a nod. Sometimes I get an acknowledgement. Often times, I don’t.
In the checkout line at Target I am known to play peek-a-boo with babies and make small talk about the weather with the cashier.
We are a dog-friendly office, and stopping to pet a furry friend is a great way to meet somebody new.
I realized while I was out today, that I need human contact. I need that connection. And I think a lot of us do. But don’t know how to go about it. I used to have a lot of insecurity in unknown situations. Social angst. I had fear of being rejected. Until one day I didn’t. I found myself asking more people how their days are going. Or what weekend plans they have. It catches people off guard. What I have found is most people will answer. Graciously.
And for those that don’t, I no longer take offense. Not everyone is built to talk to strangers.
But I am.
Give it a go. Because you never know whose life you might touch with a daily dose of friendly.