On Trying to Meet People

There is a distinct mood that comes over you when you try to meet people. I have some to notice this when I decided to begin writing about the people I meet. The thing is, when you focus on something, you begin to see the subtleties.
The subtleties that are now screamingly apparent, is the fact that in my normal operations of life, I don't come to meet a lot of people. Perhaps I interact with some, but in terms of proper 'meeting', there are very few.

At the risk of have a rather bare-bones blog about the people that I meet, I came to realise as I started it, that I was going to have to challenge myself to actually go out and meet people instead of sitting in the proverbial corner.

I have never been much of a 'meeter'. I've always been more on the shy-side of socially inept. Once when I was working at a restaurant when I was 18, it took me three weeks to say a single word (more than Hello) to a new chef (although, that may have been because I  found him attractive).

Deciding to try to meet more people presents more questions and problems:

What is actually 'meeting'? Is it having a conversation or is it talking to someone for long enough/in a way in which you end up exchanging names? 

Have you still not met someone if you spend an entire partying discussing with someone about the philosophical complexity of whale song but don't get their name?

The reverse is a problem too. Have you really met someone if you just get introduced and don't back that up with further interaction?

And, trying to meet people makes things a bit like a chore in the mind. It's a bit forced, a bit orchestrated. While I was out last night, i thought 'I should probably try to meet someone so I can write about it.' But to actually do that it more complicated than you think. 

You can't just strike up a conversation with anyone. Or can you? I might try that one today...