We relate, don’t we?

When it works, it works really well. Maybe it was the sun­light this after­noon, maybe it was the relaxed sur­round­ings, maybe it was just simply sit­ting together and watch­ing the world go by, maybe it was because (just for once) there weren’t any crises obvi­ously star­ing us in the face — but sud­denly we related. We were unforced and nat­ural and, cru­cially, we were also sim­ilar. The bad feel­ings I often har­bour about them dis­sip­ated, and I was able to remem­ber that they are where I’m from and they’re part of who I am. I couldn’t help won­der­ing if this was how other ‘nor­mal’ people feel. I couldn’t help won­der­ing why it wasn’t always like this.

I ended the after­noon with a warm, con­ten­ted feel­ing. I’m going to stop writ­ing now, before I put a curse on this feel­ing and cause it to disappear.