The room was dim, softly glowing light echoed off the walls, joining the voices that happily carried on in the rich, fragrant air. The long wooden tables filled with friends and loved ones, strangers and companions, telling their stories and passing the time as they shared a meal together. The espresso machine sang in the back ground, the clanking of pots and pans rang out and the aromas became intoxicating as our little group joined in the melody.
Our conversation reverberated through the room, finding it’s place among the voices. It was only after our plates were scraped clean and coffee drank to the last drop, we stepped outside, back into the chilly January night, and realized how the dissonance had permeated our beings. The quite and calm of the crisp air embraced us as we spoke of future endeavors and bid our fair wells.
On to the next. We drove down the brightly lit street. Neon flashing through the after glow. A room of old records and pine welcomed us, inviting us to sit and stay a while. Old friends and new fell into easy conversation and in a blink the night was over.
As I sit and think back on the conversations, it brings about one thought, one question that I have for you…What are your motives? I don’t mean to sound interrogative or, heaven forbid, I sound like your mother, but truly, what are your motives?
I listened to the stories being told and the questions being asked, some felt genuin, while others felt rather nosey and forced. It is one thing to want to get to know someone because you are interested in them without intent or ambition, it is another thing entirely when you have ulterior motives in play. It’s like getting hit on, but for life points and connections, instead of dating points and a relationship. You feel like your being checked out in the most violating way. It’s bizarre.
Maybe I’m just paranoid and assume that people just want things from other people, use and abuse their connections and status. Maybe there is no motive at all and they are simply a curious mind. What do you think? How do you respond? And do you surmise, as I think I have, that the tone, setting, and circumstance heavily dictate the intent.
Whatever the case may be, whatever the motive intended, nights spent in laughter and good conversation are never nights wasted. So I suppose, that in the end, the motive (for the moment) doesn’t matter.