this might just be the story of my life:
On Saturday, we went to a party with some of Vinny's school friends at a house across town. It was a grown up party, the kind where people stand around in a well lit living room in little clumps and talk. Vinny was good at that kind of stuff. I tried my best. People said, "New Mexico? Really? Wow." and i gave a kind of half smile. They asked, "How did you end up there?" and I shrugged. On the way home it was freezing and we walked really close to each other, because we liked to do that.
"Sometimes I just don't know how to connect with people," I told him. "I'm supposed to ask these questions about where they live and what they do, but I just don't care. The things that interest me about people- I'm not allowed to ask those questions when I've just met them. They want you to wait so long to say anything, and in the meantime it's all movie plots and stories with punchlines."
"That's how some people connect, though. You just don't do it like other people. You're always so fucking intense."
-Bucket Siler
www.bucketsiler.com
Sometimes I just don't know how to connect with people...
What matters most is not your job or your house or your things.
I want to know your story.
What hurts you, what moves you, what you love and what you can't live without.
there's deep enough wells for our tears..
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