I think i've run out of conversation. These days, when i meet/talk to people, i simply wait for them to come up with something for me to respond to. If
they dont say anything, an awkward silence follows. At times i resort to some polite conversation and keep searching for a way to end
it and flee. The only exceptions are a few really close friends with whom there is no need to 'think' of what to say next, there's so much common
ground available. And ofcourse, there are the group-timepass-talk sessions which are fairly effortless. Its weird cos i used to be fairly garrulous and an
active 'company' seeker.
I think 60 is a very high value for human lifespan. 30 is more like it. Not too short. Not long enough to run out of things to say. But then, we should hit
puberty at 4, have an active partner from 8. Better sense should prevail at around 20, and you separate and spend the last 10 years as a gypsy, and
die an anonymous death in a beautiful place, with your desire to continue living still intact(Ofcourse, there will be serious academices/scientists who
invent, advance technology, for the betterment of people like me). I think that is important..to die when you still want to live. Everything has a shelf-life...
relationships, love, desire for existence, life. Being separated from something/someone when you still want to hold on to it/him/her gives it a profoundness
you can treasure.
Back to reality, and i keep away from prospective friends and phony conversations.