I hate parties. But you cannot avoid some. So there I was. Looking like a fool. I didn't hear any wailing or gnashing of teeth. Instead people were laughing and dancing and generally having a good time. I guess that is the thing to do at parties. Ok. I am not complaining. The party was great, the guests were great. Life is great. These days I try to hmm... mix. Not a great success. But hey, I might get along.
First I learned there are other loners out there. Then I learned there are people out there who care. People who actually seem to be concerned about you. And all the time I had assumed a sort of worthlessness which now seems to be, well, rather disproportionate. Sure, I knew there are nice people in this world. I never knew there were great people. Ok, I am not talking about GREAT people, you know. I am talking about the ordinary people with the spark of greatness in them. What can be greater than caring about a fellow human being whom you don't even know.
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