For the contemplative, the detached, the alienated, and the reclusive, speaking to strangers is often more approachable and more soothing than speaking to those who are familiar to them.
There is a world out there filled with talking mirrors awaiting these aforementioned classes of people to gaze upon them.
There are no expectations from strangers. They have not deduced so quickly who it is that you are, who it is they expect you to be, or who it is you wish to present yourself as.
Even presenting yourself as someone else to a stranger is more authentic than many encounters we have with those familiar to us either consciously or subconsciously appease them.
It’s a mask of a different kind, and when you give a man a mask, he will tell the world who he is.
This is not valuable to a man who is living exactly as who he is. This is valuable to the only two kinds of men.
It is valuable to the man who has allowed himself to either wear the mask of prescribed normalcy: the one that withers his being.
And it is valuable to the man who does display himself as he is to everyone but is demonstrative with walls he places around himself, not tall enough to cover him completely, but tall enough to mask half the truth.
Speaking to a stranger will show you how hidden you truly are.