You know sometimes I really don't understand life. Like think about it when you run into a friend you don't have a list of conversation starters, you're just able to have a conversation. You don't need to consciously think about the conversation, it just flows naturally. Sometimes you can end up talking for 10 minutes, an hour, or even a whole night just chatting. Yet what are you even talking about? Once you start thinking about it you realize that you've talked about everything and nothing at the same time. But these are the people you call your best friends.
Then there are the people you'll talk for ten minutes at most. Small talk. How are you? How's your life? The wife? Kids? Stocks? That stuff. These people you have a conversation with actual substance, not deep conversations, but relevant stuff. Yet these people aren't you're friends per se. They just happen to be placeholders for conversation. You have the conversation half heartedly and afterwards nothing really sticks into your mind.
Then finally there are the people that you crave to have a conversation. These conversations are unexpected. You can confide them with anything. You tell them your deepest fears, your darkest secrets, everything. When you're around them, you don't have a care in the world. But why? Why do we feel this way? I mean yeah there are emotional reasons why, but WHY???
Okay now that I'm done being psuedo-philosophical....
Why was I even thinking about this!?!
Like seriously like being philosophical is cool and everything and sometimes it's enjoyeable but I have a lab to write and stuff to do... I shouldn't be thinking about this right now... Oh well.
