Today in one of my class we were working in team, practicing has psychoeducators ; one being the helper, the other the one receiving help. And My team mate had to ask me what I was thinking when a stranger was talking to me, what I was feeling, and how I was reacting.
Isn't kind of hard to answer ?
I told her that I was, of course, curious of why would this person talk to me but would feel good and happy about it and that I would always be really polite and friendly.
Well today at about 10 p.m, after my class, it happened, in a dark suburban street of Quebec City. Being my usual self I was singing while walking back home. Saluting cats on the streets with a peace sign, saluting a random car with this same sign. Tho I got a little surprised when this car stopped a few meters after me and rolled back to catch up on me. . . A young man asked me where a certain man lived. Of course I told him that I sadly couldn't answer his question, as I live there has a student and I am not acquainted with the neighbourhood. He asked me where I was from and told him my Hometown's name (Saint-Éphrem-de-beauce) and he systematically said ''Woodstock en beauce'', which is a big music festival, in this mere village of 3000 habitants, inspired of the ambiance of the original festival going by the same name. I happily nodded and so he bid me his farewell adding that I was really cute. And I really felt some kind of honesty from him, or am I not used to how a playboy would say these words ?
I guess any girl would feel alert in this situation, and it's how it should be. But I still think that such a contact with a stranger is amazing. Being someone from a little village, we pretty much all know each others and say hello without hesitation. It didn't take me too much time to realise that It wasn't this way in Quebec City. Oh well, in general people will say that Quebec City is a place with warm hearted people (More than Montreal) but it still doesn't equal the warmth of a village and I am sure you understand what I mean ! I've been raised and learned to watch people in the eyes when you meet them, give a honest smile and salute. In this city, people watch in front of them, being oh so individualist. Sometimes you may meet another one like you, making eye contact ! Most of the time they are elders who kept their good habits, or students like me who have grown in a smaller community.
One day, I was waiting for the bus, and I saw two senior women, stranger to one another. One complimented the other one's hat and a conversation of respect, sympathy and courage started off. I couldn't help it, I had this big smile on my face, It simply was a wonderful sight I even saw bright smiles on other's people face also waiting for the bus. Both were giving words of encouragement and compliments to the other, it was definitely a contagious scene. . . The old women with her beautiful hat continued on her path and the other one took her bus. A simple moment that meant so much.
I wonder how different we act with strangers. This man I met on my way back home, didn't have to say I was cute, but he did. We could have met under different conditions, and he would have never dared to say such words. How honest can we be with people we believe we will never meet again ?
Anyone with similar experiences ?
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