I have never been rude. In fact, I pride myself on only saying what is necessary. On this special day, my university roommate came to me with a grievance. Not the kind that requires a solution, but the kind that you only need to listen to.

Apparently there was an annoying individual by the name of Stanley that was tormenting her life. I'm not entirely sure of the details because I was only half-listening, but the summary is Stanley was a jerk.

Hours passed and after dozens of “Mhm's” and “Wow's” from me, my roomie was finally done. At this point I went out for a much needed stroll to clear my head. 

I found myself buying drinks in the recreational center of an entirely different campus (I wanted to be as far away from her and her problems as possible).

I sat down to sip my juice & felt a little bit better - until a guy sat beside me. I ignored him in the hopes that he'd realize that a girl sitting on her own in a large hall with airpods on and a drink in her hand did not want to be disturbed.

He didn't get the hint.

The stranger tapped my shoulder and asked what was wrong. I reluctantly removed my airpods and turned to face him. Now I don't usually talk too much (I promise), but he  came to me. I felt it was only fair if I shared. So I told him all about this jerk that was annoying my friend and what a horrible person he was. I had never met him, but I was sure I hated his guts. 

After I had gotten everything off my chest, i turned to the person sitting beside me - the wonderful man that saved me from a long night of brooding. I didn't care that I had just painted someone as a devil to a complete stranger, that is until he introduced himself.

With a firm shake of my hand, the stranger introduced himself as Stanley.