"What are we going to get out of this conversation?"

Living is full of random occurrences and whether these events add up to a life is a matter I have to live more to find out.

I went to get my printing downstairs at 10:52 pm. Down, make a left, go all the way down, make a right, swipe on the unmarked door to the left. I grabbed my printing, rustled through it to make sure it was all mine and then went back the way I came. Tried some moving toprock as I went along, ran out of breath along the way. Out of shape, I guess.

As I went up from the basement to the first floor I looked at the door looming in front of me. Normally this door didn't mean anything except that I should make a left and continue going up to my room on the second floor. Today, however, it started to nag me. I wonder what the temperature is outside. Maybe Y called wanting to be let in while I was in the printing room. If I want to go to 7eleven later today will I be able to go in my current attire? By the time my internal debate ended my arm was already at the entryway door. I pushed it open and looked out to see... A, J, and R, who all just had lab together (which ended at 10 so no aha moment there) walking right in front of me with multiple rolls of toilet paper in each hand.

After staring and pondering how this came to be J, whose hair still needs to be restyled, interjected with "Well, what does it mean? Like, what are we going to get out of this conversation?" Even as I'm writing this I still can't think of an answer. I guess whatever we get out of these random occurances, conversations, thoughts - it's what we're getting out of life. Oh shit, I was about to go all existential right there, good thing I caught myself.

Speaking of which, the random, not the existentialism, I saw one of my roommates from last year twice today. I haven't seen the other three yet. Seeing her made me reflect on all the opportunities I missed out on. I could have gotten to know them so much better and I think I might have liked that. Oh well, too late now. Perhaps it's not too late, I guess it is more accurate to say that I am just too lazy. BOOM.