Little things

 

I am often not ready to end a conversation when others are finished with it. 

There are so many sides to everything, so many opinions and nuances, so much history that gets lost in the muddle of words we toss at each other.

I love to dissect the words, connect them to facial expressions, try to trace them back to where they may have started.

One of my favorite things to do is have a conversation with someone. A time when we share something that is really important to us and virtually talk it to pieces. Then take all those little pieces and look for their stories. 

I want to pick the minds of people, know them from the inside out.

I wonder things. Like why is your favorite color blue, or green, or fuchsia, what was the first word you ever heard your child say? Where does your mind go when you exercise? What does water make you think of when it is icy cold, or boiling hot? These things may seem menial, but the world is made of things smaller than atoms! Little things matter. They are interesting.

When I ask why I am honestly wanting to know. I will listen and you better believe I will think about it later. That is just who I am, so I am often left wanting when we are finished talking.