When you try to ask questions so to make conversation—because, I am not a boring person—and they look at you with suspicion as though to say; “Foreign, why are you asking me questions.”
I’ve always been wondering as to why is it that I was the little girl who nobody would try to sell me photo shots from the photo booths in the carnivals. Now, I know why, it is because I had no expressions. Suffering in silence.
I want to play with your mind. So remember when we used to fix things; just like new.
Stranger; “Let’s laugh, because I don’t have a moustache.”
Me; “What was I thinking, let’s ask your wife.”