Happy Ides of March to everyone, especially the Julius Caesar fans out there. A special Droplets congradulations goes out to Meredith and Ryan on their pending marriage ceremony, T-MINUS 4 hours or so.

In other news, last night I met some people out at a bar in town. Given that I barely new some of the people, and therefore wasn't privy to any inside stories or jokes, my attention shifted to people watching around me. I have not spent a lot of time in bars, so it never ocurred to me what it was all about. It boils down to this: people stand or sit, with a beverage, and talk. That's it, that's the magical wonder and coolness and social accepatability of bar culture. And here my friends and I always thought we were the big dorks in college because we weren't out doing those things...standing, with a beverage, talking. The thing is, I can do that anywhere, you know? Why do social rules change in a bar? I can be standing with a beverage in a book store, but somehow it is not as acceptable as in a bar if I go up to a woman and talk to her. Of course none of this matter. This is just me picking at the underbelly of social culture. Jeff and were debating who had more of a "Life" before I went out. Somehow going out to meet people in a bar, sitting with beverages, talking, meant I had a "Life". Strange.

I'm happy these days. Sometimes I'm more inspired than other times, but I haven't felt the pang of sadness, lonliness, depression...those times when all that I see in front of me are the things I don't have, and I piety myself. Nope, none of that. What I do, my place in life, the few people in it, they make me happy, they fill me up, they give me meaning. Seriously, they do. It is a good lesson to learn: just because someone doesn't love you then way you love them, doesn't mean they care for you any less or think of you any less.