I have lost any last semblance of capacity to socialize normally. Well, it is important to qualify that anything that passes well in the realm of normalcy--weather, mood--should be vigilantly guarded against with every fiber of your creative being for the sake of productive and meaningful conversation, at which point my prior statement with which I wrote to intend an unfortunate state of being is in fact a transcendence to a higher plane of all things apt and fine and please let there be someone behind me, ready and able to end me. Well. As I was saying. I have finally realized why marriage, or the seeds of...um, spark of marriage, tends to be found quite readily within graduate schools--you are physically unable to communicate with anyone outside your advanced field of study. The other day, an innocent classmate of mine crossed my path to speak to my neighbor, and before she had started her second sentence (her first consisted of "Hi.") I stopped her. I pointed at her ring and from the tip of my tongue burst forth, rather loudly, the name of a case that we had recently studied in Property. Now, I expected, as a person of reasonable expectation and understanding, that she would turn to me with fearful eyes, hands thrust out to protect herself from the perfectly evil spirit that had clearly possessed my body that now threatened to pull her from reality into its own circle of hell where aspiring law novices spout statutes and precedents in an effort to scare each other out of their respective ivory towers into the comforting lava of demise below, but I was disappointed. She smiled. And we began a discussion of the case, the name of which I had essentially just yelled at her. Though, from my sample size of one, I would say that this could be an isolated incident, except reason--yes, I have a bit left--would suggest that it would not be unlikely for this to be the phenomenon across the board, in any discipline, at any institution, between any two people.
Or I am odd.
Yeah, that's actually probably it.
