Interactions That Count
Last week in the taxi on the way up Rush Bill asked for permission, "so who is your core?"
I didn't want to understand the question and played the card.
"Who are the core people of your life, if the family interaction is so strained who do you turn to, talk with?"
"Well, no one I'd suppose, the thought has never crossed my mind." Of Course now it does and now I'm stuck to wonder whether this is that missing part I've been questioning for years.
There are interactions with strangers that I have, quite frequently these days thanks to my job, they have made me stand in awe of how amazingly interesting people are.
Finally I find an onion.
The woman visiting her son for a few days from New York. A Costume designer in the 70's lived in Japan with her husband and children for years London too, Was a teacher in Harlem just because she wanted to see what it was like. Dressed as a man just for the experience.
The Artist who described the process of a drug trip on difference substances and the benefits he gained from the experiences and how it made him the person he is today.
The real-estate guy who was trying to figure out how to start a self feeding hydroponic system in his basement just because it seemed like an interesting experiment.
The Old man who was seven years old at the end of the war and wanted a map showing how far the Japanese had infiltrated into China in 1945 because he wanted to prove to someone that the use of atomic bombs on Japan allowed china to recover and grow faster and that the Chinese should be grateful -he was entertaining but annoyed with the amount of knowledge I possessed on the Manchurian incident.
Why do I not have friends so interesting and thinking.
Bill asks questions that end up lingering for weeks, it is unsettling to really be peeled.
I didn't want to understand the question and played the card.
"Who are the core people of your life, if the family interaction is so strained who do you turn to, talk with?"
"Well, no one I'd suppose, the thought has never crossed my mind." Of Course now it does and now I'm stuck to wonder whether this is that missing part I've been questioning for years.
There are interactions with strangers that I have, quite frequently these days thanks to my job, they have made me stand in awe of how amazingly interesting people are.
Finally I find an onion.
The woman visiting her son for a few days from New York. A Costume designer in the 70's lived in Japan with her husband and children for years London too, Was a teacher in Harlem just because she wanted to see what it was like. Dressed as a man just for the experience.
The Artist who described the process of a drug trip on difference substances and the benefits he gained from the experiences and how it made him the person he is today.
The real-estate guy who was trying to figure out how to start a self feeding hydroponic system in his basement just because it seemed like an interesting experiment.
The Old man who was seven years old at the end of the war and wanted a map showing how far the Japanese had infiltrated into China in 1945 because he wanted to prove to someone that the use of atomic bombs on Japan allowed china to recover and grow faster and that the Chinese should be grateful -he was entertaining but annoyed with the amount of knowledge I possessed on the Manchurian incident.
Why do I not have friends so interesting and thinking.
Bill asks questions that end up lingering for weeks, it is unsettling to really be peeled.