greenstorm | Contemplation.

Well. I like the friends. I like them a little more, thus far, than just not finding them offensive... and that's a very interesting thing. Interesting because there's a whole social dynamic with 'my' people that, in the end, I'm not sure if I do like. Everyone is still crispy around each other, with edges that are held brittle. I don't know if that's because I don't know them and they haven't seen each other for a long time, or if that's habitual with them. I can see that it can relax eventually, and that makes it okay, but...

...even if that clears up I'm still the one non-computer-programmer, non-magic-player, now in a group of six. It's so strange. Oh, it's strange. I remembered thinking sometime that when I grew up I'd find people like me.

I don't know whether I'd like that or not, when it comes right down to it. I do like these people. I just feel so displaced sometimes.

There's a strange kind of joy to it, of course. It's being tossed around by an alien element, exhilerating, and you need to time your breaths so you don't drown. Life is an alien element in the end, I suppose, and if it's not one thing doing the tossing then it's another.

I kind of wish I had more time to just sit down and talk with someone, though. Esty, you don't happen to have Monday evening free as well, so I can come over very early for the Tuesday meeting? I volunteer until 8:30 up at VanDusen (so if anyone wants to go see the lights, that's the night), and would love somewhere warm and friendly to curl up afterwards.

I was hanging around with someone last night who said of someone she didn't entirely approve of, 'she throws parties where people sit around and talk'. Man, I miss people who sit around and talk.