“So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do. It also won’t do in your essays.”— John Keating, Dead Poet’s Society (via paulavaleria)
There’s this beautiful, terrible moment that takes place every now and again. I walk into a room that is filled to the brim, I look around, and I know that I am entirely alone. Many people have that moment, the difference is that I know the majority of people there. I can hold a conversation with every person there. I have spent hours with some of them. And yet, upon entering the room I look around with zero desire to speak with any of them. Not because I don’t care about them, but because I know that the conversation will be futile. I could write the script here if I wanted to. And if I were to diverge from that script, it would be substantially awkward. Because no one wants to talk about substantial topics while surrounded by others.
This is wretched, but it is the norm. So life goes on, with mundane conversations which may one day result in a substantial interaction that will alter both of our lives. Here’s hoping.