Tick Tock

Sometimes you’re sitting, talking with people, and you realize something isn’t quite right. One person might say something, and the mood of the entire room just changes. Sometimes things darken, smiles fall away from faces, and you’re left thinking “What just happened?” It’s not that people are angry, or depressed, the conversation isn’t a loss. It just takes a while for people to start laughing again, because it’s almost like they forgot that they could do that. I always wonder how often that happens and I don’t realize it, I just miss the moment entirely. More importantly, how many times do I perceive those moments when they haven’t happened? How often do we have days or weeks like this, where we feel like some aspect of life is uplifting or draining us without rhyme or reason? The sun is good at that. When it’s here, people are generally happier, and when it’s gone, we tend to be more fragile. We always have to comment on it, too.

Mood and conversation are two topics that I find myself thinking about a lot. Consequently, I talk and write about relatively often. They’re both outward representation of thought, which is what the title of this blog is really about. Samuel Johnson said, “Language is the dress of thought.” I don’t entirely agree with that statement, but it does represent a part of my own internal reality. That’s what this blog itself is about: the things that are real to me.