For most, talking just makes it all worse. There is nothing more bothersome than the mundane conversation about a professional football team, or whether or not the roads will freeze tonight. But, these are the conversations I’m which I shine, will the roads freeze? Well the app on my phone believes they will, and so does my grandfather, he’s lived here all his life. The Broncos lost the Divisional Playoffs, but Manning’s a class-act, isn’t he?
Those conversations are easy, they require no commitment in my part and they can be had with anyone at any time. It’s this talking that makes me feel better, but I’m still gone. Although, at this point I’m not sure I was ever here, rather I was some different form of the person I am now; someone that is not really a person at all.