I think about many things, almost to the point of being distracted from my responsibilities, but when I meet a stranger and am expected to make conversation, I can never think of anything interesting to say.
I notice that children can see right through almost anyone, which makes them easy to teach. The worst part about maturity is accepting the fact that you can't talk to everybody, not everybody will be your fries, and a single hated experience is not powerful enough to create a lifetime of friendship. I still think about the experiences I had as a kid, and wonder about the other kids in my neighborhood, but do I feel that way about strangers who expect me to entertain them and set such a great impression in fifteen minutes that might prompt them to further grace me with their presence?
Yikes.
I think that a book gets heavier when it's boring, but feels lighter when it's exciting. I love the feel of a book in my hands and the smell of fresh pages. All books have character, whether it be the dog eared pages, the late night coffee stains, or that crunch that really old books make when you open them.
People aren't 15 minute conversations, they are books. They have different qualities, different styles, and they have to be read. Children make fast friends because the read each other, but adults learn to assume and judge.