I sat at a coffeehouse the other day

I sat at a coffeehouse the other day and listened to conversations around me. I do this sometimes when I am down, but more recently because I allowed my heart to fall to the bottom of a very deep, dark, damp well. In any case, I listened to mundane chit chat about new cars, office gossip and lame excuses for not working out. Then I realized that nearly all the talk I heard was just that, talk. There were no real conversations. The exchange of ideas and hypotheses was non-existent. How can a society tied to texting, emails, and Facebook, not be able to hold a genuine dialogue with another human being sitting across from him.

How sad is it that we seem to just move through the days without really seeing people for who they are. I had, have, I don't know, this best friend, who loves to have conversations. If he finds someone interesting, he will spend any amount of time getting to know the other person's story. Why aren't there more people like him in the world?