I'm on the train every afternoon, and there's this man that gets off at the same stop as I do. At first I didn't really trust him, he seemed like a shady old man. But then we practically saw each other every day. And though we've never said a word to each other, I feel like I can trust him to protect me from something sudden. Whatever could happen in the city...The Indian man who runs the convenient store a few blocks away. He always smiles at me when I enter, and asks me how my day has been when I check out my items. I always make sure to give him a generous tip. He's nice to me, and I feel like he'd be the kind of guy who would help you stop smoking, or give you an extra pack of gum for free.There's this Spanish lady at the small drive-thru diner on Montrose. She always outlines her lips with charcoal and colors it in with a deep maroon. She's a curvy woman, with a mole under her eye, and she always looks like she's trying not to be tired. I don't think she ever acknowledges me as a regular, but I can feel that we do have mutual respect for each other and the neighborhood.I know I've been told a thousand times to never trust strangers, but how many times do you see a stranger until they are no longer a stranger to you? How many days must it take for you to smile at your neighborhood friend when you see each other on the street again? How would you ever know if something happened to your sub-acquaintance whose name you never learned?When I'm listening to music, and I'm walking and taking the train to and from home, there are times that I can't stop thinking. These are things that you've never really noticed until you've had a long day and your mind begins to wander.