One of my favorite parts of my relationship with M was listening to her talk. I wasn’t specifically interested in the subject, but what she had to say about it was fascinating. How much of this fascination was because I liked her? Would it be paradoxical if I simultaneously liked her because I found her fascinating? I spent some time talking to J about this today, about how I rarely enjoy listening to people talk. After I explained some of the circumstances, she hypothesized that it was because often people are regurgitating [distorted] facts they’ve heard somewhere and not their own opinions; a product of critical thinking. I stumbled across a great blog post about introversion today, with a wealth of related links, including the classic Caring for your Introvert.

I had a bit of an argument with B about veganism, she said it isn’t that hard to be vegan if it matters to you. Which with me, lead to the usual discussion about compromise, extremism, and thinking about your choices. I ranted a bit about the other things that are important to me, which I suppose is part of the point. So much that is important to me is not conducive or convenient to maintaining more of a vegan lifestyle.

I had a meeting a while ago in a volunteer organization where some of the others involved expressed their desire for the organization to ultimately employ them. I said nothing, but was in awe at the naivety. J asked me to think about who I’ve dated, and which of them I’ve really felt were my peers. It’s a frustrating reality to consider. I laughed thinking back to flirting with A at ToorCamp, and while much is said about the importance of people having lived a life in which not everything was given to them, and persevered, rarely do I encounter the level of passion and drive that goes out and builds something.

Lead some kids from the hood on a bike ride last night, saw some sights. As usual, the internet is forever. Glad to have gotten in a break. I’m going to need a vacation after this next week.