All my life I was wondering what other people talk about when they talk. Didn’t you?
Now, so many years into my life, when I hear other people talking, I think I was blessed not to know all this, not have heard them. Their conversations make me sad. Lack of humor, lack of understanding. Lack of everything.
If some of the girls weren’t so incredibly cute, I think there would be nothing worth talking or listening to at all.