"Tonight, I simply want to be in good company."
Granted, it can mean any and perhaps even all of the above for all I know. The unexpected response initially amused me so I didn't think anything of it, I didn't really understand. I wanted to refer to this when I wrote my post "Hurt or Injured?", in fact, I think this post is an extension or maybe a precedent, whichever you feel is more appropriate. The worst case scenario is when you find yourself a couple years later as a Junior or Senior still having those underdeveloped and immature idea of "social" events and avoiding intimate face-to-face interactions. I'll be the bearer of bad news because there isn't much to gain in these fleeting adventures especially when they're chronic; that's Peter-Pan Complex honey (it actually exists).
I admired the maturity and vulnerability in his response that many people won't admit to although we all crave for these connections especially after those long nights. It's something to certainly experience "being in good company" and having tireless conversations about faith, unfulfilled dreams, secret fears and hopes. The temporary pleasures of an extremely fast-paced generation has outweighed the intimacy and luxury of simple conversations.
To be in good company and get lost in even greater conversations, yes please.
Where have the good conversations gone too?
"I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just sit and talk. About love, about life, about anything, about everything. To sit under the moon with all the time in the world, the full-speed train that is our lives slowing to a crawl. Bound by no obligations, barred by no human limitations. To speak without regret or fear of consequence. To talk for hours and about what’s really important in life." -Anonymous
