My favorite classes in college were either the philosophy requirements or the labs to my biology courses. I loved Organic Chemistry lab. One lab, we made nylon! It was fricking awesome. You put in some chemicals, some carbon, stir, and then nylon threads come out! Out of nowhere! I also loved using the machines. IR, NMR, GCMS, I actually looked forward to standing by the hoods and heating and stirring and measuring. I think that's why I love cooking. You take flour, which alone is quite possibly the most disgusting thing ever, you add some stuff to it, and presto! A cake!
I often wish that human interaction was like this. I wish that it was a process that could be flowcharted or broken down into pieces. I wish I could refer back and say, "oh we haven't talked about our families yet that means that we're at this step". In a movie whose title I can't seem to remember, the disfunctional character went off in a ramble about having conversations and essentially breaking down unwritten social parameters like maintaining eye contact 2/3 of the conversation so as to appear interested but not threatening. I felt wounded, because I identified more with the social pariah than the protagonist.
Which is why I love this. Thanks, wikihow!
But if I had my way, if we went through motions of human interaction I think the meaning would be lost. Would it still be a relationship? Or would it be like a social baking experiment?
I think talking is somewhat pointless if ideas aren't being communicated. I think this is why I want to be best friends with all the Ayn Rand heroes. I could be their female Eddie Willers.
So when I reach a lull, I like to fill it up with thinking and not useless prattle. But every time a lull confronts me, I run and hide and say something like "apple baby crackers" and come up shorthanded.
Is there a point to conversing without the flow of ideas and thought?
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