It was an average night on the outskirts of a city, on the third level of an average building. Everyone in the apartment stared into the distance with glazed eyes and twitched every time they thought someone might have looked at them. Among the constant twitches were a few abrasive phrases said by those who had some semblance of confidence. Not to say they were confident but they at least thought that they should be. There were a few different types of confidence. At least two people were quite blasé and let their bodies relax entirely, proud about their approach to life but nothing else about themselves. A man smiled confidently, he was sober, and everyone questioned why he was smiling. The confident ones who danced eventually stole the nights nervous energy and turned it into something more gayful.

The conversation started by a woman who was looking to hear something insightful, she needed to curb the monotony of time. She started with pleasantries and in return received pleasantries. The nervous energy came back as everyone slowly became aware of their inability to speak profoundly. One man’s mind told him to speak, not to converse, but to speak, the compulsion was more akin to the feeling one gets when jumping off a cliff face into water.

“Has anyone ever had a profound thought?”

He took a sip and stared intently at the lady opposite him. Two people were quick to reply and had to apologetically decide who was to speak first.

“Sorry” as she glanced over, the other eager one signified for her to continue.

“One day I was walking down the street, and I can’t describe it, but I could really feel my legs. You know, like, they move, they are not inanimate.”

A man from the corner took this as a nice opportunity to analyze the contours of this ladies legs. She was also wearing a nice soft green dress and in those few moments became the most attractive woman there.

Another less intelligent woman replied to her story.

“I’ve experienced the same thing!”

What inane statements are born from laziness. The lady in green was observably annoyed but no one minded as it was perfectly justified. One of the drunker men at the gathering also spoke.

“I’ve walked down a street too!”