Today, I realized a sign written across my forehead.

     For some reason, whenever I'm alone, there's this sign on my forehead that obnoxiously blinks, "open". Though it blinks for open, what's really written on my forehead is, "Tell your life stories to this guy!". Now don't get me wrong, I rather enjoy a good story, especially about one's life. But when you're twice or so my age, I JUST met you, and you're telling me some deep dark secrets or desires, I'm uncomfortable. At which point, this happened to me twice, one right after the other.

     To protect the identities of all parties and places involved with these incidents, I shall use code names. The first encounter was with a man who I shall call Arabia. I helped him find the correct metro...sort of. We hopped onto the wrong direction, but it would have whipped around to our desired destination. So all was well. Anyways, Arabia proceeded to engage in conversation:

Arabia: Is this the correct metro?

Asian: Yup.

Arabia: Are you sure? This will take us to Vermont 'Shire?

Asian: Yup, we just need to stay on this metro and it'll take us back over to Vermont 'Shire.

     And then he sat next to me and was almost in my face asking if I was sure because we were headed in the wrong direction. At this point, I was a little taken aback and was trying to reassure him. Another man noticed this and was trying to help me:

Black America: Where do you need to go?

Arabia: To Vermont 'Shire.

Black America: Ya, just stay on this metro and it'll take you to back toward Confederate Station and get you to Vermont 'Shire.

Arabia: Oh, ok! Thank you.

     Why he didn't listen to me in the first place, I do not know. I didn't feel that I was being cryptic in any way. After that, we arrived at the turnaround point where Black America had departed. I was left alone with Arabia. To which another conversation ensued:

Arabia: My name is Arabia.

Asian: Oh, my name is Asian.

Arabia: So are you from here?

Asian: Oh no, I'm actually from Winterfell.

Arabia: Really?! When did you come down to Storm's End? Why?

Asian: Oh, I came down a few days ago not really, and because I wanted a change in scenery.

Arabia: Wow! And what did you do in Winterfell?

Asian: I was an apprentice at the Seawolves Academy.

Arabian: Really? And what was it that you studied?

Asian: White Magic.

Arabia: Oh darn. I was really hoping that you were studying Digital Science. Because I run a website business.

Asian: Oh, that's cool.

Arabia: So what part of Storm's End do you live in?

Asian: Kimchi Village.

Arabia: Really...? I was actually looking for a place over there.

     At this point, I was questioning as to what his intentions of getting to know me where. It was starting to get a little creepy...and tension-y...

Asian: Oh...really?

Arabia: Ya. So I was hoping we could meet again. How can we do that? I like to talk about politics, life, religion; it also helps me practice my English.

Asian: Oh---

     In life, I've become very skeptical about giving out information. Well, in Storm's End at least; not so much in Winterfell. Back home, I just feel so safe and never really worry about the people because everyone knows everyone to some degree. Here, I just get some sketchy vibes.

Arabia: Do you have a phone?

Asian: Oh no, I don't at the moment.

Arabia: How about an address?

Asian: Well, I just moved in so I don't know my address just yet.

     For those of you that know me, you absolutely know that this is a lie. I have one of the best memories in comparison to most and memorized my address on the first day.

Arabia: (sounding distressed) How are we going to meet then? Do you have an email?

     I couldn't not give him my email. To seem so technologically inept and forgetful just sounded fishy. So I gave him that, but I didn't give him my personal emails.

Arabia: Ok great. I will email you so that we can meet up for lunch or coffee?...or your place or something?

Asian: Ya...

Arabia: Well here's my stop. It was nice to meet you.

     I needed to get off at the same stop, but I didn't want to continue the very creepy conversation. So I stayed on and took another metro heading back to Vermont 'Shire.

     As I headed back to Vermont 'Shire, I noticed Morticia Addams, just shorter, stouter and older looking. Morticia was talking to a girl and asking her directions about how to get to somewhere. As to where that destination was, I did not know...for now at least. When we got off, she started to speak to me:

Morticia: Excuse me...excuse me.

Asian: Yes?

Morticia: Do you jsdhf nckjgjhcg sdjfhjsdgf jbsdgfk?

Asian: ......get to Saint Monique?

Morticia: No, no, to Norjb og te Hoklhy gosknet.

Asian: ......um......

Morticia: To---

Asian: Oh! To North of the Holly Forest!

Morticia: Yes!

Asian: OK! Ya, you just need to wait here for the Red Line.

     To this end we talked about me coming from Winterfell, what I was doing there and here, and my living situation. From there, she was telling me about her roommate situation.

     The gist of it was that she had really sucky roommates, other people were jealous of her so she had to move out because she didn't want to destroy the dynamic or relationships and that men were hitting on her. Oh, and she explained to me how she was in her lingeries most of the times. Awesome. Then our line came (she didn't know) and we both got onto separate carts.

     I honestly do enjoy listening to people and getting to know them, but I always meet people in the strangest places and in the strangest situations. Oh life, how you intrigue me.


Sincerely,
An Asian