Cross Paths With Me at 3 a.m.
Do you ever just look at someone and know that there is a grand story behind the way their eyes sparkle and in between the gap in their teeth? You haven't even had a real conversation with them, just a 'hey' on the way to your dorm bathroom or smiling at them when they sit down next to you in class, and yet you feel as though they should be in your life. You feel overwhelmed, maybe even infatuated, of how much you want to know about them.
Tell me your life story. Tell me why you hate the smell of vanilla. How you love to play in the rain because it's like drowning without the promise of death. What songs you sing in the shower like you're auditioning for Simon Cowell. Why you can't walk past sunflowers without your mood sinking like the Titanic. Tell me it all. Every little bit. Don't leave out a single detail.
I want to know all about you. Don't get me tipsy on those petty stories about why you love Jack Daniels and your favorite color. Get me drunk on the reasons you use a Blink-182 song as your alarm. Explain to me the scar on your forehead. Paint me a picture of who you are.
And once you find all these things out, two things could happen. You'll either be lucky and create new stories with them or you'll be unlucky and become a story for them to tell someone else someday.
I guess it just depends on if you're a good interviewer or not.
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