2001:September:19
2001
People I enjoy talking with are like wine. They intoxicate me. Often, I can feel tired and wilted, but if you put me in contact with a certain type of person, I can often just perk up with no chemical intake at all.
Other people suck the life out of me and make me wonder if I'm going crazy and everyone is inane.
Then there are the ones I don't really care one way or the other about.
Then there are people who surprise me.
