You’re just there. as if randomly sitting across the bar, staring for hours but not engaging, only difference is you and I are no strangers. But the fruit must be pleasant to the eye ’cause you keep coming back like bees to a hive. Still I can’t help but wonder: is it the content galore, that you show no support for, or am I the subject you want to explore? Interesting people tend to trigger others’ inquisitiveness, also known as nosiness, and I’m flattered, but I’m tired. What’s in it for me? I don’t always get to see who you’d be while everybody else has a key to a world…