Now anyone knowing me in real life would say I'm a freak, but just a good time that I had tonight has made me feel better than I've felt in a long time. For a while, I'd go around sort of boasting, saying that "I'm happier than thou," making the statement somewhat of a trophy of my constant optimism and thankfulness of being alive.

But now I've noticed that that has little to do with emotion. Emotion is caused by interpersonal contact. That's a little thought that I'm even sorting out in my head even as I'm writing this. One can say they're happy about being alive and express the joy they feel moment to moment being on this great earth. I may be stretching it a bit, but I think that none of these emotions would exist at all if it were not for interaction with other living things.

So this isolation that I've been priding myself with has made me learn little about how I really function in a working society. I'm not required to be a negative person when I shut myself away, but the time spent by myself makes me really reflect on how society functions without me. That's how most misers and other general depressed people live their lives.

Getting back into specifics about me, I had a blast watching two great performances, each with one of my friends in them, Lauren and Hannah. Lauren did an amazing job as the Witch in Into the Woods, and Hannah, although she probably played about a million roles, was astounding in the fast-paced production of Tommy. Just talking to them, both of us sort of dazed after two hours of high-energy performing, was a great boost for me. Hannah and I, along with a couple other friends, went for ice cream after Tommy, and had a great time chatting it up about things from porn to banana splits to Spongebob Squarepants underwear (although one could say they're all related in some way).

So coming home and picking up an old middle school yearbook I had laying around, I just got one of those feelings in my stomach reminiscing on old times and friends. It was one of those "my god was it a great day" sort of feelings.

Or maybe it was just the feeling of the giant sundae in my stomach with which I just drove home at about 60 MPH.