dying of self-infatuation
coffee on tuesday was fun. i kinda don't like going,
because sometimes there's just this mute of conversation.
like no one has anything inportant to say. and you just
sit there for a bit, till someone finally breaks the
agonizing silence. i hate silence. but on tuesday, i had
an actual conversation with someone. not just hi, how are
you? but a real deal discussion about politics and later
religion. it was nice. passion, no matter what the
viewpoint, is beautiful.
plus i saw a girl i knew from high school who i haven't
seen in almost a year, that was nice.