Some drugs are good

I've been thinking lately... had to happen sometimes, didn't it.

I really miss those inspiring friends and the chats we used to have. You know the ones... the  long meaningful conversations, putting the world to rights, where you dredge up tidbits of knowledge from your deep psyche that you'd forgotten were there, and actually give your mind a workout.

You go from day to day, stuck with your head in the sand as you go about your daily routine and you forget that your brain is actually there to do more than tell you not cross the road into oncoming traffic.

In my day to day contact, I have to say the amount of stimulating conversation I take part in is very minimal, and that makes me sad.