I find that I am interested by some of the most subtle things that others, I think, would consider to be the most dreadfully boring things they could imagine. What do I mean? Well, even at a party or a gathering of old friends, or family (what I meant as ‘dreadfully boring’ to most) I am often the quiet one. I have my moments. “Are you even having fun? You look so bored,” someone will always ask me. I reassure them I’m fine and enjoying myself. Everyone enjoys differently. But what I really mean is I enjoy those moments with close people, or even people you’re enjoying for the first time, just observing. I don’t mean a careful analysis, but just an observance of the ambience of things and people. It’s something so subtle and often ignored. I’ve seen so many people ignore such an enjoyable thing, always wanting to talk with mindless content, missing the opportunity to take in the grandeur of moments. I find people fascinating. In retrospect, it has always been a great thing to learn about a new person, even if it’s a minute characteristic.