Don’t Talk to Strangers

Cause they’re only there to do you harm
Don’t write in starlight
‘Cause the words may come out real
Don’t hide in doorways
You may find the key that opens up your soul
Don’t go to Heaven cause it’s really only Hell

Do you know that phenomenon where your brother introduces you to a hell lot of good music, but it never works the other way around? I started listening to The Offspring, Metallica, Tool and so on, but he never started to listen to Joy Division. Screw that.
Anyway, when I was listening to this song again a few days ago, I was suddenly struck: ‘this is so true! Talking to strangers will only get you trouble!’ And then I started thinking more and more. It started making sense. It makes sense godammit…
Now I know most of you, if not all, are older and wiser than me, but if there’s a duckling over here who is still unknowing and young, I’d like to say: don’t talk to strangers.
Seriously, duckling. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into. They may seem so nice and understanding, but most of them are not like that at all. They will turn out to be assholes most likely. Don’t trust them.
I mean, I talked to strangers too. There was always a reason. ‘Hey, aren’t you *fill in name/anything at all*?’ And then, one by one, I passed all the situations Dio described in his song. I woke up one day with the word ‘blue’ written on my arm. I stood in a doorway and at that point I got sort of lost. I danced in darkness and stumbled (not physically – I’ve been dancing for 12 years and know how to stay upright).
I’m not going to heaven. There’s really only Hell anyway.
That’s what those strangers will do to you. They will write on your arms. You’ll wake up the next day and laugh – you had forgotten that he did that. They will stand with you in the doorway and you will think it’s promising. You will find a stage, lonely in the middle of a place, and you will dance.
And all of it will seem okay. It’s only the next day you start to wonder why it didn’t feel bizarre.
Dear duckling, they cannot be trusted. Before you know it, they’ll have bad influence on you. They’ll fuck you up. They’ll kill you!
(That’s somewhat overly dramatic. They will make you angry though. And pissed.)
Take my advice, duckling. One last thing should be added to the song though: Don’t drink too much!

Don’t talk, don’t let ’em inside your mind
Run away, run away, girl

No, no, no don’t let them in your mind
Protect your soul!

Lyrics via here.