Friday, May 13, 2005
One of the nice things about back when I was rooming with Daniel was how we had an unwritten rule allowing each of us to bother the other one about whatever stories from the day, rants, or "neat things" that came to mind, and they would pretend to listen. It was great. I'd think of something really clever, and I'd go tell him, and he'd pretend to listen, and then I'd feel like I told someone about it. Or, he'd tell me some potentially interesting historical figure, and I'd pretend like I knew what he was talking about. Sure, it was kind of hollow, but sometimes I don't actually require anyone to really care about what I have to say; I just really want to say it. Sometimes it's just nice to get a load off your chest. Maybe that's one reason why I've kept writing this.