tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24256429.post1122170476865606866..comments2023-08-27T18:57:59.101+03:00Comments on Notes from the Underground: 2 Boys 2 ThoughtsWael Eskandarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17685842195441037505noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24256429.post-20447224341198210842007-09-01T21:13:00.000+03:002007-09-01T21:13:00.000+03:00but maybe we just get bored of people knowing us t...but maybe we just get bored of people knowing us too well.. and us knowing them too well..Wael Eskandarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17685842195441037505noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24256429.post-90960678939471183122007-09-01T13:10:00.000+03:002007-09-01T13:10:00.000+03:00There's a strange comfort in "stranger" situations...There's a strange comfort in "stranger" situations. All sorts of strangers. I think the comfort comes from their not knowing you and maybe therefore not expecting anything from you, and hopefully not judging you. <BR/><BR/>But as sweet as it is when there's a certain stranger, like the little boy, who'll do something nice just for the hell of it, don't you feel sad that you don't really know him. That you won't witness his life and tell others stories about him. <BR/><BR/>There must be something that the others that we take for granted give us other than applaud. Maybe it's just their consistently being there to know us.qahereyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07426044613745474662noreply@blogger.com