I went to hang out with a friend tonight, as we usually do on Saturdays. This time she brought some co-workers of hers along. They seemed very nice, and we talked at the cafe we go to hang out at. I'm skipping details and likely telling this story very poorly, but it's going on 3 am and I'm in dire need of sleep. I merely want to get this out before I go to bed.
So, we were talking. Or rather, she was talking, and the conversation would jump from one group to the other. Obviously, I can't talk about work. I don't work there. So when they talked about work, I kind of listened and for the most part spaced out a bit. But the instant it wasn't about work, I was engaged in the conversation, and we all had a good set of laughs about stuff. On the way out, we stood around for a bit, just talking some more, but mostly standing around idling.
This had so much more significance to me when I started writing, and it seems I've forgotten most of it, but the gist of the realization was that even though I can talk to people off the bat no problem, I apparently struggle to actually connect with people on levels that don't involve laughter. This may or may not be a bad thing. If we assume people bond because of common ground, then I suppose I'm just good at figuring out what makes people smile and laugh. Beyond that, though...well, some people I can connect with emotionally without having to try at all. Others, it takes more effort. Funny how that works. Not surprising, just...funny.
Life revolves around funny. I just need to learn to smile and really mean it every single time.
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