I enjoy my Friday meal with LZ and TJ. Whatever seems to have preceded it in the week, for example the tribulations of today and yesterday, seem to fade away. This is in spite of any reservations I may have developed in the course of the afternoon about going.
There are some people with whom, for all your trying, you seem not to relate to or, for fear of using a cliché, click with. It has never been immediately apparent to me the precise reasons for this though I trust in the laws of cause and effect to be able to explain it, if I were so bothered as to require an explanation.
But for hours on end our conversation is sustained seemingly without effort, which is refreshing and relaxing at the end of a hard week. At a time when you don't want to be worried about whether you're making enough social contribution, or if you're being overpowering, or condescending, but merely to jabber whatever you want at whatever point in conversation that you want and not be desperately bothered which extreme you are occupying, when.
It just feels good. Which is more than I can say for most things at the moment, for (not wishing to appear Hedonistic) there seems to be little which gives me pleasure at the moment. The people who are most dear to me just frustrate me more and more each day I see them, for varying reasons, which are sometimes their fault and sometimes mine. Sometimes they are nobody's fault, a concept in which I would probably interest myself if I considered it a little more extensively.
Despite my belief in Determinism, its counterpart Chaos Theory and my steadfast recognition of the Absurdity of life, I still harbour an illogical and nonsensical concept that things happen when and how they should. Not in a Godly, good-loving religion type, comforting escape-from-reality sense, but in the sense that the Absurdity of life can surprise you in the best ways. Hope can come from anywhere, as can love, and brilliance, and fascination, and newness, and wonderful experiences. That's why it's worth living, at the moment, beyond all despair.