Not lonely ... Just alone

It occurs to me how fickle human interaction actually is...
Today I was walking from one class to another in the ice and fog and I overheard a conversation between two young girls. They were discussing shoes. Now, it isnt that I have somethings against shoes. Actually, anyone who has ver been to my house knows that I probably have what could be classified as an "unhealthy" habit of collecting them. This, however, is not the point. The point is that everyone seems to grasp at any sort of commonality in order to somehow identify with another person. Whether it is shoes, the weather, the transit system or politics one would be just as well starting off a conversation with "Wow... you have brown hair? I have brown hair too! Let's be friends!" Really! It is stupid and shallow. Perhaps it is just my inability to find other people in my classes and their surrounding area who share something in common with me. Call me crazy but just because someone has brown hair doesnt make me want to have a meaningful conversation about it with them .
**Shrug**
Back to German.
~V

Ice

There is something inherantly comforting about the ice and snow. It is not the childhood memory of christmas or tobogganing with my brother at the park. Perhaps the nostalgia is part of it but there is more. There is something about the cold that wraps itself around you and encompasses your soul. The snow is calming. Everything is clean and clear. The crystalization of tiny water dropletts purifies it.
The heat is fickle. It is warm, hot, humid, breezy, or muggy. But the cold, well, it is just cold. It doesnt really matter how cold it actually gets or how much snow is on the ground. Winter is winter and hating it just makes you angry and miserable.
This is sort of how I feel about the general populace right now. It is comforting to know that it is out there, but I am hardly willing to go and stand naked in it. People are the heat. Uncomfortable and dynamic. Necessary for life and excitement but at the end of the day, ultimately uncomforting. The cold is the purifier. The solice away from the bullshit.
~V