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I grew tired of my solitude today, felt the need to escape it. The desire to be social is a seldom occurrence, yet although present, so to was my ever persistent asocial tenor. I decided not to fight it, but honestly couldn't think of anyone I felt like being social with. So, I grabbed a book and went to the park, typically found a nice tree and made a haven for the day. I didn't actually read much, I spent more time contemplating the strangers around me. I found myself a little disturbed by the fact that I much prefer the company of perfect strangers to friends. I think they're more genuine. Random people fascinate me. I found myself mesmerized by them. I just watched. Seeing their reactions to me, so honest, reveals far more than acquaintances. Most of all I enjoyed watching people out, living. To see the way they respond to life. To watch a woman gently brush the hair that the wind blew into her face, to see a man hit by an acorn, to watch someone trip, to see a small girl play with a moth, a man so entranced in his own thoughts that his awareness of everything else is non-existent, to see a little old couple feed the birds. I know it all likely sounds trivial to you, but to me its suasion. I can only desire this honesty in people. Strangers possess it, but only in my mind, its fictitious. People are too ignorant for appreciation. It was at this point I realized my satiation, and I came home.