Just a post to post. I'm bored sitting at starbuks right now queitly waiting for my study group to appear eavesdropping on peoples conversations. I have the "ex-con" who spent a whole four days in county, the hormonal teen boys punching each other because they want a bite of their friends food, the quickly trying to be mature teen girls and the too rich with no real life house wives. It's funny. Everyone thinks their life and stories are so important, but is anyone else going to remember them tomorrow? Life is funny. Every futile attempt to make a connection is just that, futile. However, as a species it's what we do. We are social beings who need interaction. Whether the interaction is a feeling of mutuality over a shared 4 day stay in county; a connection over the cute boy that either girl is afraid to talk to or just the bemoanings from one woman to the other about how Nordstroms doesn't have the Lui bag she wants. And quietly sits the homeless man. The man that no one talks to because they are afraid, they think he's weird, he smells, he has terrettes. It's a weird world we live in. Whether connections are made or not, we will wake up tomorrow and try again to make more futile connections and one day after hundreds of attempts, maybe 10 will be made and as an animal in the human species you will be mildly content.
-thoughts of the busy momma
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