my literary soulmate is found!!!...again!
Last week after a greuling comparitive politics exam, i sat outside of lecture hall and chainsmoked, trying to forget that id just bombed a test. A girl walked up and asked if she could sit. I said "of course, if you don't mind the smoke." She replied with a laugh and said "no worries, I'm about to light up myself." Instant friends. She said that she was going to take a test she was going to bomb. I told her I'd just bombed a test a on Communist Russia and to not feel bad. She said the topic of Communist Russia made her want to read Atlas Shrugged again. I replied to that with an exuberant "I LOVE THAT BOOK!"
We proceeded to talk about objectivism, Ayn Rand and other books for an hour. It was so nice to have an intellectual conversation. I'd missed it. A lot. It had been so long since I had talked about concepts and schools of thought. We parted ways and that was that. I walked away feeling intellectually juiced. Mmm, I wanted more. Thinking I would never see or talk to her again made me a little sad. But apparently fate knew that I needed to have more conversations like that, especially lately.
I was walking back to work from taking a make-up geography test this morning and something made me turn around. There she was, standing behind me. I felt like someone who had just seen their childhood best friend for the first time in twenty years. We hugged and immediately started chattering away. She'd bought some of the books I'd recommended and we laughed about the fact that we'd both started re-reading Atlas. We exchanged emails and the like. And it was a very good monday morning surprise :o)
I met her last week on a very emotionally trying day and just talking about something clear and interesting to me helped a lot. And as the emotional doubt and messiness continues, I think seeing her again was kind of a sign that I need to start reading good books and actually thinking again and that maybe the place I'm in right now isn't necessarily the best.
Happy Monday my loves!
We proceeded to talk about objectivism, Ayn Rand and other books for an hour. It was so nice to have an intellectual conversation. I'd missed it. A lot. It had been so long since I had talked about concepts and schools of thought. We parted ways and that was that. I walked away feeling intellectually juiced. Mmm, I wanted more. Thinking I would never see or talk to her again made me a little sad. But apparently fate knew that I needed to have more conversations like that, especially lately.
I was walking back to work from taking a make-up geography test this morning and something made me turn around. There she was, standing behind me. I felt like someone who had just seen their childhood best friend for the first time in twenty years. We hugged and immediately started chattering away. She'd bought some of the books I'd recommended and we laughed about the fact that we'd both started re-reading Atlas. We exchanged emails and the like. And it was a very good monday morning surprise :o)
I met her last week on a very emotionally trying day and just talking about something clear and interesting to me helped a lot. And as the emotional doubt and messiness continues, I think seeing her again was kind of a sign that I need to start reading good books and actually thinking again and that maybe the place I'm in right now isn't necessarily the best.
Happy Monday my loves!