Who Am I? (22)

I like to consider myself a listener. I like listening to people's stories. Stories of people I love and care about, stories of people I'm apathetic towards but nevertheless know them, stories of people I am not in the best of terms with, stories of strangers, total and completely random strangers. Stories of anyone and everyone.

Hello there, I am the Earthian.

And I am not entirely sure of why I like listening to these stories that people have to share. I am really not looking to learn a lesson from the stories I get to listen to. Neither am I trying to make an example out of myself after I listen to their stories by sharing my "words of wisdom", because A, I don't have any and B, that's really not what I am going for. 

Is it the drama that I like? Because some people have the most extraordinary stories to share. Is that what I am going after, the thrill, the adrenaline rush through my veins? Again, I am not sure.

Maybe it is the act of making a new friend out of the shared story that I am going for. Nah, that probably isn't it, because that doesn't explain the part where I am a big time loner. 

Perhaps, I like listening to stories because I like being listened to. In fact, I love being listened to, just like I am sure a lot of us like being listened to. It's just too sad there aren't as many to listen as there are to share. And maybe, just maybe, I like listening because I want to even out the odds, you know, add one more ear in a world full of mouths. You know what I am saying?

Love, peace.