The perfection of a Stranger

its 2.30 in the morning, and i have been still up for various reasons, one obviously that i might just suffer from a hypochondriac's version of insomnia...the other possible reasons are reigning in full chaos in the insufficient amount of space that i call my brain, for me to bother figuring them out.

I was just doodling on paper, and my train of thought decided to go down memory station (yes.. i know...cheesy) and i realised that there was one wish that i had that i never really got down to fulfilling. having a pen pal... or something close to it. I always wanted to have a postal friendship with a complete stranger, not divulging any details about one another but just being able to share whatever was on their minds. yah, kind of like the movie 'You Have Got Mail', no surprise that it became one of my favorite movies to watch again and again. I love the whole phase of their mail conversation where they just talk about things they love, the things that make them sad.... anything and everything that makes their life as it is.

The fact that they don't know any personal details about each other, just makes it a much more romantic concept. As always, after watching a movie i love, i just fall in love with it all over again. But this was something i had wanted to do before i even heard of Tom Hanks or Meg Ryan. There used to be these special columns in children's magazines that had kids sending their addresses for the sole purpose of acquiring a pen pal. Thats where i got the idea. but i couldn't do anything about it because i just wasn't that obsessed about it then to be actually crazy enough to give it a try.

Its different meeting a stranger and then getting to know them better and making them a part of your life. I wanted to make sure that the stranger always remained mysteriously strange. You can divulge your darkest secrets and confess to your hearts content to this person without having to lookout for future judgement days. you can avoid feeling low by just talking to this person about what you are going through at that moment without having to bother explaining the beginning or end of the story. and most importantly, you can just be yourself, the tiniest pretenses forgotten, in front of this faceless, nameless entity who just happens to become your best friend.

Obviously for this all to happen, there are a lot of ground rules, and the fact that this private and perfect stranger of yours can actually understand what you mean more than half of the time... in other words, gets what you mean.

i still have this wish that i want to take care of, and i am glad i haven't forgotten about this, because it in a small way enables me to keep writing like now.