Strangers

I do not like strangers.

How did I cope when making new friends, you ask? Yes, it's true, I have friends. I have made friends before.

But here it is; to me, strangers are those whom I don't remember from my memories.

I believe, before our souls were connected to our physical beings, we were given the chance to watch our whole lives unfold, and memories of those visions were stored in our mind. However, due to the connection of soul and body, we are partly detached from this storage of memories. Some are heavily detached, some are lightly detached from them.

I am still slightly attached to these memories of old, which explains my aura-reading abilities and location-specific prophetic dreams.

Hypothetically, the people I am most comfortable with are the people whose memories of I remember the most. Therefore, the people I am most uncomfortable with are the people I do not remember, partly or at all.