Tonight I went out with friends from work. And in the end, as I drove home, what I realized is that I really just care way too much about people.
As I sat, and talked and listened and learned about people, I found myself wanting to reach out, wanting to know more about them and what makes them tick, or seeing twinges of sadness in their voice and wanting to make them happy. I would observe them from across the tables and think “how are they really doing”. Beyond all the alcohol induced laughter, when these folks get home at night are they really and truly happy.