Cool Dip in the Waters of Conversation

I have not, until recently, had nearly enough appreciation for good conversation. I suppose it only took a month of being starved for human contact for me to realize how much good comes from a solid conversation with someone on the same wave-length as myself. But that was supposed to be the point of this whole mountain retreat, to learn things about me... So, mission accomplished I suppose.

Last night, I was chatting with an old friend via Facebook. It was a great conversation, one of the ones that flows seamlessly from topic to topic without the need for said topics to actually be connected. Which is, in my opinion, one of the best kinds of conversation.  It made me sad though, to realize that I have taken this sort of contact for granted. I don't talk to people enough. Not without agenda, not without at least an idea of conversational flow. What kind of shining gems of randomness am I missing out on because of this? Ideas of psychic ipods, auditory hallucinations that might really be messages I can't usually hear because I don't have silence in my life, the realization that most of my fears these days are tangible things... All in one conversation. I need to talk more. Maybe we all do.