Open Thread Mondays: Are You Strange?

Not much to say this morning, except that I’m glad the cold is letting up. I’ve had a bad couple of days, mired in frustration.

Here’s something that I hope will get your mental gears grinding for the day:

People are strange when you’re a stranger
Faces look ugly when you’re alone
Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted
Streets are uneven when you’re down

When you’re strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you’re strange
No one remembers your name
When you’re strange

-The Doors, “People Are Strange”

I’d say these words sum up Sheepshead Bay pretty well, at least certain aspects of life here. Your thoughts?