Thursday, January 20, 2011
Disregard for the norms and unpractical traditions always leads to some kind of social failure. Unless all can see the futility of it, failure is inevitable. So instruct them in the petty rules, harness their unwilling attention to the details that make no one’s life any better. Forget not the words you should speak or the paths on which conversation should lie. Teach the proper laugh and the correct way to hold the tiny little glass. Watch their little eyes move quietly away; they see not what power lies in the tiny breakable rituals. So teach them.
Or forget them.
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You did it. You've gone and captured the exact feelings I've had about socializing (not entirely but in general). :)
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