R: Don't you guys ever talk about anything besides fat guys and tall guys?
I: Look at that fat guy, so cute!
Me: I really like tall guys. Don't you like tall guys too?
N: We can talk about cute chicks if you want.
My workplace conversations have descended into a banality so deep and comforting I fear I will never escape. I'm not sure when and how it happened, but all those old philosophical discussions and ancient office gossip and in-depth WoW strategising have somehow disappeared. Perhaps it's familiarity; perhaps it's jadedness. All I know is with time and age, the inclination to explore and debate gets weaker, and the tendency to converse and banter never seems to go away anymore.
We start shying away from the hard questions, having discovered a fear of not having an answer. Thought experiments take their toll on our wearier minds; intellectual curiosity slowly dies by the hand of the sleek, fat cats our bodies have become. But still the meaning of life eludes and perturbs us. Some turn to God, others to money, still others to decadence and distractions. And we forget.
But on quiet nights, when loneliness turns thoughts to sound, you can hear the sense of uneasy loss whispering like a conscience, and you pause - maybe if you'd thought harder - searched longer - probed deeper -
And then House s3e24 finishes downloading! And life begins again.
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11:19 PM ::
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