
Every stranger has a story.
All of us. We are just stories happening; Complex, highly-developed, characters… Protagonists… Walking around. Loving each other. Teaching each other. Learning from each other. Hating each other. Fucking each other. Living with each other. Not knowing each other. Just coexisting with each other.
That person who smiles at you as you pass by on the street. The ass-hole who bad-drives you on the highway. The barista who fulfils your order for a tall, venti, cafe mocha, because chocolate and makes you happy. The guy you used to love. That friend you fell out of touch with. Your soul-mate.
All stories.
Stories interacting with each other. Every now and then we fall into each other’s stories. Sometimes we stay… Most times we leave.
I wish it were possible, for the connectivity of us to physically manifest. So we can see… We’re like hundreds-of thousands-of millions of microscopic dew-beads on a spider-web. Glittering as we refract and reflect the light. Whole, little, worlds contained inside each of us. Filled with wonder. Filled with answers. Filled with possibility. All of us are stories.
Sometimes I’m overwhelmed with the heartbreak that I can’t read, each and every single one of you.


![Damn dizzle!!! That’s what you get for playing: You get PLAYED!!!
[and, hidden in the tooltip for the original comic, there is the message: “Son, don’t try to play ‘make you feel bad’ with the Michael Jordon of making you feel bad.”]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1wuj9T9pe1ql9edjo1_500.png)


![Just correcting the assumption, as the “two people = relationship” is culturally defined and is commonly rooted in religious foundations. In a demographic study of 1231 different cultures, only 186 (a very small minority) of those societies had a purely monogamous culture. But I guess some bitches haven’t studied history. [Wikipedia]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo79ojBeE61qacjuto1_500.png)

