Nibbling at the fruit of the melancholy tree

His name was "Jeff". We had the same top hat. Thanks to him, the final part of my evening at the Zen 'Children Of The Night' party was lovely. :)
"May I sit by you?"
"Go ahead!"
"..Sooo.. what brought you to wear such a dashing top hat to this little party?"

Much better than:
"May I join you in this corner?"
"Yes, sure."
"....."
"....."
"Umm.. how was your evening..?"
"Uh, nice.. up and down. You?"
"..Same. Heh."
"Hah. Yeah, umm.. bye."

I still don't quite 'get' social interaction. Eh. I should just get a PhD in Physics and make that my excuse; "Sorry, I'm just not used to people. I spend my time musing over elementary particles and devising a way to create the Grand Unified Theory... *cough* It's a nice evening though..." ..I probably could get away with saying that sort of thing anyhow, it is after all mostly true.

Actually... I get some sociality.. I'm just not taking first prize for interacting with people who don't want to interact with me...*pause for laughter*... it's a skill that I used to have though, so this frustrates me. [annoyance] FUCKING FUCK. [/anger]

I'm probably just hurt because a person I knew for only a few hours was kinder and gave me more respect than people I've adored and worked with intimately for the past 6 months. *sigh*
..."Brought up by Disney movies to believe that if we're good enough, if we put enough "heart" into it, they'll see us for what we are, then accept and appreciate that. LIES."

Still feels ..(sporadically).. Wrong.