7 Billion Possible Soul-Mates

Hi! 

This is the first time I've written in months. 

But I'm going to re-grab you with a simple, few-lined story...

The other night I was out for friends for dinner at the Bombay Bicycle Club (if you haven't tried it, go!) and as I was looming outside waiting for my friend to pick me up as I was leaving I overheard (something I've realised I'm very good at) a conversation being had at an outside table nearby. 

"You're wrong... you can't just state at the age of 22 that the world is fucked up"

"Sure I can, I've lived 22 whole years in it- I think thats enough time to realise the status of things" (she laughed) 

I mean... how could something like that NOT draw you? so I, Zoe, being the nosy shit that I am took a few steps closer to the table, smiled and gave my opinion (whilst apologising to be a nosy shit). This ended up being a 15 minute laughing session/heated debate-

with total strangers? I left that night (whilst driving home in a taxi as my lift had left) feeling (as cliché

 as this may sound) absolutely enriched and wished we could have continued talking for another few hours. 

Anyways, what this amongst many of my pointless mini-stories made me think of is how many billions of people there are in this world that I haven't met and how frustrated that makes me. We each have our own individual opinions, aesthetic exteriors and emotional and academic knowledge and usually only get the chance to share them an immensely limited amount of people. 

Personally I've decided to pretend its not weird for me in the future to go up to random people speaking about topics that interest me. I think that way I'll feel like I'm defying the terrible fact that our friend/romantic soul mates are all around us, and far and we aren't interacting.

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Its daily pictures and their captions are so wonderful (sometimes humorous or sweet, sometimes heart-wrenching and sometimes just interesting as hell). 

https://www.facebook.com/humansofnewyork

I'll be writing again soon. 

x Zo