Sometimes, there are individuals with whom one no longer feels any kinship. It has nothing to do with silences at lunch because I love silence at meals, or not being super-excited to be next to whomever it is your disassociating yourself from. It has to do with looking at that person and saying, "Hm, you're one-dimensional; there's not one bit of improvisation inside you...is there?"
This is the first spark of the awakening of the death knell of a relationship, romantic or otherwise. Intellectual curiousity is the most beautiful admirable thing next to actually knowing stuff about stuff and making it matter to others when you speak of it.
I listened to my phone messages the other day, listening to the voices of two people, with whom I no longer speak, for what it was that made me spend more than five minutes talking to them.
It is strange; you let your guard down sometimes and fools rush in. It is fine to not be wanted and it is fine to not want - been and am on either end.
I am enjoying these ponderings while looking at the skyline from my window.
I hope my loved ones are enjoying theirs and to those who I don't love I say
Good luck with everything and leave messages on my answering machine only if you find that cathartic in some way because I delete messages from people, with whom I no longer want a connection, without listening to them. Pun intended.