The taste you can see

The intrinsic nature of humans is really not as profound to boggle the mind of a simpleton. One basic necessity is companionship and/or community. A connection to another human being that makes life worth being involved in. Those that commit suicide are those who've not found that strong connection. Usually, a community forms around an object or area that is familiar to each seperate party. The most obvious example on campus other than eating areas are the smoking areas; particularly the benches in front of the south entrance to Richardson towers. Smoking, a social activity, at least for me, brings together all types of people. Today was a lazy Sunday with too many people hungover and tired from the massive amounts of partying that took place over the past two days. Earlier this afternoon, I went and sat next to a friend of mine on one of the previously mentioned benches. Like it was fated, every person my friend and I had ever come in contact with came outside to smoke or visit. At one point in the afternoon there was a good twenty people socializing and talking in a comfortable, friendly setting. A setting that contrasts the loud clubs and parties that these folks attended nights before. However, there's also the need for one to be alone and take some time for him or her-self. So, after hours of sitting and laughing - oh so much laughing - each person or group of persons took their belongings and wandered to the next stop on their metaphorical path; going with the comforting feeling that one could return to the benches some other time and the community estabilished still will be standing invisibly strong.