Connection porn

20131209-174940.jpg

So. We have the usual way of getting to know someone — you know, the onion peeling metaphor. Layer after layer. You first get to know the mundane details about their life: their age, the place they work at, their hobbies. After a while, you start learning about each other’s traits of character and hopefully, after some time, you find out each other’s dreams and fears.

But once in a while, you stumble upon a special kind of connection. A connection with someone that you don’t even know the age of, but have shared with you their view on the Universe. Those that, in the next few hours after meeting them, have told you the things that keep them awake at night. Those with whom you share a fantastic sense of understanding — a mutual “I don’t need to know the funny thing your friend did that one time. I don’t need to know how long you are going to be in this town. I want your deepest onion layer. I want to share my most personal thoughts”. Yup, that kind of understanding. Tacit, most of the times.

There’s some magic in not having any memories of a person. In those moments of (almost all) biases absence, that’s where I find true human connection. That’s where I find the excitement and intensity that make a content life.

I long for moments like this like I long for air. It might make me lose the focus on building meaningful relationships — but hell, after all, *this* is what is meaningful to me. I’m not willing to give it up just yet. Or ever.

Leave a Reply