Reignition

I'm being too socially exclusive. So, what am I to do about it?

Pretend anyone you're around is fun. Believe me, appreciating a person is the easiest way to get them comfortable enough to be interesting. And some of the best friends I've made have been people who hated me at first.

They found me annoying; I broke their rules, I was lazy, loud, innocently nonsensical. That's my version of fun, and it wasn't theirs. I remember it well, the day we played group scrabble. Well, the day three of my friends played group scrabble, and I apparently played "Where's the damn Dictionary?" I mean, it helped the situation that two were almost as random as I, but the third just was not having any of my loose interpretations of the term "word".

These are the friends I still talk to, 7 years later. The thing that always turned 'em around was the fact that I never once insisted they consider it my way.

Everyone you meet is going to have their own take on the world. Including you. And whether they fall toward the cautious end of the spectrum, or are balls-to-the wall insane, they all have one thing in common. They love to have it their way. The King can attest to that.

The missable part is that YOU have to remain hands-off. You want it your way, too, but once you realize that your way only counts inside your own sphere of influence, things get a lot easier. It all flows. However fluent you are in it, your approach to life doesn't translate into anyone else's personal language. When I realized that (and while I still remembered it), High School became the easiest period of my life, ever.

They can speak their tongue, and I mine, and we don't have to learn the words to enjoy it. I don't have to be them to like them.

And then I forgot all that, and the landslide of ensuing personal mistakes turned most of my wise brain to shit.

Oh well. Human, through and through.

And what do humans do?
Build, decay, and rebuild.
As everything sensational does.