Not your business

I was sitting in the bus today next to a weird young girl (her face was all white lke a ghost and she had “sad-looking” written all over her face). She was writing something in a notebook that looked like that:

Hi handsome blond man,

I would have liked to talk to you this morning as I was desesperate. I wanted to hurt myself and your presence might have prevented that…

Here are a few flash rules:

1. If you write a gloomy love letter to a stranger, you’re weird.
2. If you address someone as “handsome blond man,” you got a problem (another one, I mean).
3. If not only you write to a stranger but try to make him feel guilty to get him to talk to you, it’s not gonna work.
4. No guy wants to date a crazy girl unless he’s crazier himself.
5. You know you’ll never have the courage to give him that letter, so why bother?
6. If you write that kind of stuff in a notebook anyone can steal and that you can easily lose, you fail.
7. If you keep writing when someone that can easily peek over your shoulder and perfectly decipher your large, well-rounded letters sit next to you, you’ve got a problem (no punchline here).
8. Your text is still better than most of my blog posts anyway.

Always wanting to help, I took things further and said:

-You should talk to me instead.

I wish I could tell you something epic that happened next, but the girl didn’t even blink. She heard me perfectly, I know that for a fact, but never said a single word back. She eventually stood up and left. Better like that, not my business anyway.