You remember that story about the boy who loved to talk to strangers?
Been thinking about it lately,
And realizing that, living to enjoy the random cup of steaming coffee with like minded persons is not just a simple indulgence we are free to relax into at will...
I am realizing that I cannot live to enjoy talking to...people,
Simply because for everytime you stir a cup of coffee with a stranger,
There's often the chance of stirring something deeper within the soul of the other person
So life gets unnecessarily complicated....
But I'm certain we are not made to live individually or even in remote dual pitched tents...
That the beauty in quiet conversations is an intentional DNA within the fabric of those of us coffee lovers.
Except that my past records do not serve me in good stead.
Like J casually mentioned today that there's a noticeable number of opp.genders with questionable affections.
I ruefully chose not to continue the conversation.
These days I am ruefully choosing not to continue any conversation at all.
At least until I understand if it's only all the world who wear their hearts on a sleeve,
Or it's something I'm saying....
Like a simple story of a boy who lived to talk to strangers,
and a girl who knew how to make the perfect coffee...
"Everything is permissible"-but not everything is beneficial. "Everything is permissible"-but not everything is constructive uh?