I was talking with someone over the weekend about the difficulty I have with connecting with the mainstream of society. Or, rather, how frustrated I become over the mundane of 'small talk.' How I desire that deeper connection. Maybe there is a small part of me which desires to seek out the inner being of the person across from me and and create a friendship unlike those we share with others.
Not many are willing to let themselves be open on that level. Not many know how. How does one keep their eyes open like a child but retain the wisdom of age? Can you be comfortable with who you are enough to simple be, regardless of what others might think of you? Or in the back of your head is there always a slight voice which states "I wonder what they are thinking about me?" (I have that voice... not slight though. It is always pounding in my head like a mad drummer causing me to second guess every statement, innuendo, murmur of thought.)
The point of all this? Merely I spent some time with someone with whom, the pounding in my head, slowly reseeded till I was comfortable enough to simply sit and be.
And because of those silent moments stories, plots, ideas are filling my mind. Can't wait for summer...
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