Second Cup Letter

I went to Second Cup after school today, and found this letter written by someone who wanted it to be found and read by a stranger. I thought I'd post it here because it's interesting!


Dear Stranger,

My name is Angela. I’m 19 years and 45 days old, and I’d like to think I’m funnier than I really am. I left this note in the Second Cup at Bloor and Lippincott in hopes that someone would find it and read it… sort of like an anonymous letter. Actually, exactly like an anonymous letter.

So, in hopes of passing on my good feelings, I will attempt to explain what has led me to write this letter to you, whoever you are.

I feel like the world has been separated. Separated into tiny little bubbles of self-containment and introverted people. Like if someone were to come and talk to you on the street, would you talk back, or ignore them? I suppose that depends on what type of person you are, but many times have I witnessed people being shot down just because they are strangers. And when that happens, they will remain strangers.
I strike up conversations on the street with people sometimes, but maybe that’s because I am more obnoxious than the average teenage girl. I try to do so on the subway as well, but there is not one person who will listen. Their ears have been closed, plugged, shut and locked by earphones and headphones. I wish things were different.

So today I took off my earphones, stopped staring at the ground and didn’t check my cell phone every 10 seconds just as an excuse not to make eye contact. And you know what?………. it didn’t make a difference. BUT- I’m sure it will in the future. I am taking a step to re-socialize the crowded, rush hour world, because the world went silent when they invented the iPod.

Well stranger, that’s all I have to say for now. Maybe you felt enlightened by this, or maybe you just felt bored. Either way, I set out to make a point- to change even one person’s mind, and hopefully I did.

Pass on the message, burn the letter.

Sincerely,
Angela