Mind fuck bender with a stranger.

I (F40m) reached out to someone on Reddit who had offered to guide me in getting started earning money with something I’m already doing as a hobby. He (M44m) told me what platforms to use, and all the boring beginners’ details. I was excited to get started. We shared some of our creations with each other. He had spent a lot more time in this field than I had, but it seemed I had more variety in my experience. I gathered inspiration, courage, and motivation from this stranger and really dug in to the idea of turning this hobby into cash flow.

We uncannily had much in common. The more he shared, the more my mind expanded. The ideas, the possibilities. We complimented one another in a way that typically comes from years of knowing someone’s mind, after mere hours.

I have no idea how long we texted back and forth the second day, but the overtones in the conversation went from sunny to shadowy and that’s when my mind was blown.

These conversations got so deep and so heavy. The idea that this insanely smart, insightful, emotionally intelligent stranger was telling me things you might not even tell your therapist had me reeling. He shared stories you shouldn’t even whisper in the dark. The emotional and mental rollercoaster this man strapped me into sent me on was one of the best rides of my life. I felt so many emotions at once, constantly. I felt butterflies. I felt rage. I felt like I was floating and drowning. The mental conflict had me beside myself. All of the conversation was based on our shared art, but the brush strokes were getting blurry.

After nearly two days of non stop, mind-bending conversations, we agreed that we were spiraling into destructive territory and said good-bye.
I feel like I got my heart broken and it’s absolutely insane. This must be the reason you don’t talk to strangers.