New People

So I got to thinking, and somewhere along the line, concluding;

I like new people.

Of course, I’m talking in general terms and am completely referring to the time before I actually get to ‘know’ them. (After which I may probably still like them or maybe, not so much but that’s not the point.) Just the curiosity that creeps up on me in the beginning is consuming and very similar to the feeling you get when you try anything new and are entirely clueless about what the outcome could be.

Presenting: – ‘A new person’.

Honestly, you can’t deny; This person may look you up and down, and then decide for whatever reasons not to take you seriously. This person may decide to be annoyed by your existence and make it very clear. This person may be unaware of your existence altogether. And you definitely can’t deny that you’re hopeful. Yes, you’re hopeful this person may answer your silent prayers, become the miracle that you’ve been waiting on, be your best friend or at the very least be A friend.

It’s pretty exciting! To wonder how you go down in a strangers mind and how that translates into her/his behavior with you. This brings me to another topic altogether; We care too much about what people think of us. (But that would serve as fuel to start a whole other fiery discussion.)

I wonder about the mystery behind the unfamiliar face, the stories that have carved its expressions, the thoughts behind the actions and the spontaneity of response or lack thereof. There is an exciting discomfort with a new person. One that has to be tackled differently each time, depending on the sort of character you’re dealing with. It is so contradictory to the feelings around our good ol’ loved ones. The two experiences probably cannot even be compared because, as much as I love the possibilities new people bring, nothing really beats the “good ol’ loved ones”.

Then again, those “good ol’ loved ones” were once “new people” too!

Some good ol' loved ones with a new person, on one of our discovering India trips :)