one time i was feeling sad, so i went to a dog park to look at dogs. i did not own a dog.
i walked through the gate, sat on a rock next to a girl around my age, and asked her which dog was hers.
turns out she didn’t own a dog either.
we laughed. then for the next two hours, we talked about our lives, our childhoods, our ex boyfriends… all the things that felt so so heavy at the time.
for those two hours, she was my best friend. she made me feel seen, understood, and a little less alone. and i think i did that for her too.
then we hugged, never exchanged contact, and never saw each other again.
sometimes I think about her. and all the other serendipitous, short, but meaningful connections we can have with other human beings on this earth.
genuine human understanding is so so precious. and the willingness to be open to them, is worth protecting, and worth fighting for.
so if it takes just a small bit of courage, i think i’ll keep going to dog parks alone.
today i spent 2.5 hours talking to someone in a park. it felt like 15 min.
conversation is the highest order bit of human connection.
shared interests, proximity, activities, & history helps but most of the things we associate with connection are downstream of two people being genuinely interested in what’s happening inside each other’s heads.