the nature of human companionship
Lovers and friends. There is this itch in all of us begging to be scratched. Companionship and compassion and affection. We all want it.
Tonight I went to the Velveeta Room (a comedy club), and Oceans 11 (a bar). Not having the horny-single-leering-guy mindset granted me the perspective to witness a few glimmers of truth.
Bars and clubs stay in business by scratching that itch. Bringing people together.
I enjoyed the company of everybody that I talked to tonight. Each person is so different, like there's a whole universe inside of them. A new and beautiful perspective. I've learned to appreciate that.
I used to be a dog. I used to be a predator. Thank god I'm not 19 anymore.
The fascination of the unknown, the peeling away of layer after layer, the exhilaration of discovery, and the genuine appreciation of what's underneath. That's what it's all about for me now. That's where I get my kick.
The secret to making friends is to be _genuinely_ interested in them. Talking and smiling a lot helps too.
This concludes your daily lump of Evan-wisdom.