I was driving home from work yesterday and flipping through stations on the Sirius tuner. Even with all the variety available there, it's not unusual for me to get home without hearing anything I particularly like, because the drive home is only ten or fifteen minutes long.
I happened to catch a Simon and Garfunkel song on the radio and I remembered an afternoon I haven't thought about in many years: late along in grad school, I took my guitar over to Paula's house, and she taught me how to play the song on the guitar. It was a pleasant afternoon, but by no means a remarkable one, and there's no story there I'm afraid ...
... but I realized then that I think so fondly of that period of my life at least in part because I had so little to offer the rest of the world during that time aside from my charm and good looks, and still, people were by and large nice to me for no tangible reason. So, that was nice.
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Are you suggesting that people now are *not* nice to you for no tangible reason? Or are only nice *for* some particular, perhaps self-interested reason? Or am I totally overthinking this because it so completely resonates with my own grad-school nostalgia?
Can I say yes to either of these without sounding whiny? Probably not. But yeah ... I had very little to offer on any level at that point, and yet, managed to be around a lot of generous, decent people. That was nice.
Of course, there were a few @$$holes too.
For some reason, I'm hearing this post in the voice of David Arquette, when he's playing goofy/sweet, as in the episode of Friends in which he plays Phoebe's sister's stalker. This probably means nothing to you, as I bet you didn't watch Friends and in real life, you sound nothing like a goofy David Arquette, but it's meant to be a good thing.
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