Stranger is a strange word. A stranger is someone unknown, and it’s root is “strange”, which kind of sets up the scenario that we should be suspicious and even on high alert when in the company of someone strange, a stranger.
A stranger is just a friend you’ve never met. Some cheerful people believe this.
A stranger is an alien and fearsome. Other people cheerfully believe this.
A good way to lose a friend is to treat them like a stranger. I believe this, less cheerfully.
The war for the hearts and minds of people all over the world might just boil down to how we perceive strangers, from new next door neighbours to international treaties.
I will definitely ponder that as I eat an orange.
For now, relating not to strangers but to merely, mildly strange, may I present a few of my favourite cartoons?
Don’t be a stranger!