phenomenaaa asked: Pride
Pride: Something that I like about myself.
Over the years, I have realized that people trust me, not only my friends and my family. Strangers talk to me; they tell me their struggles. They tell me about people who hurt them, about people who they loved and lost, about all the things that frighten them. They expect nothing from me, aside from a listening ear and the hope that I will keep their secrets. And then they leave as quickly as they entered my life, and I never see them again. Those brief encounters — in airports and supermarkets and metros and hair salons and waiting rooms and DMVs — have shaped a great deal of my life and my mindset; those moments lend perspective to my own struggles and set me straight, more often than not.
I do not know why such encounters happen; I do not know why strangers trust me so much. But I like that I am trustworthy. I like that I can listen.
And I hope all those people are okay.