Entry 3

What causes one to be so ignorant of anothers private life that he is appalled by it when he learns of it? Last night, T. was at the DQ down the street, just sitting there, with a girl (I don't know about G.F.), and as he walked past, We recognized each other at the same time (or close to), and I rolled down my window. It wasn't until I had started talking and i [that I noticed] He was smoking. It wasn't until about that same Time that he noticed my BSA uniform . . .

Could it be that he just didn't know anything about me, or that he never cared to Know, which is possible . . . And me . . . I never cared to know about his private/social life . . . Have we been desensitized to those around us? Even as Clinton says? I doubt that . . . but then I doubt everything C. says.

The fear that one has lost touch with his environment has plauged mankind since . . . well . . . always . . . but that is well beside the point . . . No one cares about the past, simply because it is no longer present. People hate history, because it reminds them of their . . . Mortality.

My mind is something one should not try to understand, as not even I understand it . . . This is the flaw found in many . . . Ug! I try to understand T., and I get burned. Whether this is fair is beside the point . . . but it is true. I detest the fact that I cannot claim the magic my Ancestor's had, as my blood is not pure in that way. I know much, but not that branch of the Druidic Magics. . .

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