translating what's inside

I've spent the past two days in almost a constant state of conversation. Speaking, listening, responding, nodding, associating experiences, choosing silence, arguing, laughing... I was most interested in learning about role playing games, Bangladesh and protest culture in different countries. Our discussions flowed through the cafeteria, over coffee, on walks home and into my room. S, Z and I got into our deep and analytical talks, always with good humor, leaving me light and refreshed. This night, we parted two hours past midnight.

How can we explain this therapeutic feeling gotten from conversations with other people? Maybe it has to do simply with human connection, stress-release and self-improvement. Does our sometimes aching desire for expressing thoughts to others reveal dependency and insecurity?



(Paper crane by Albert; photo by Pablo)

In any case, I really appreciate the safe spaces we can share thoughts and opinions in. I appreciate the people I feel comfortable sharing them with.

No more thinking for now. Time for sleep. Then, I have a lot of studying to do.