You text them at 3am in the morning with some cool idea that can radically alter reality and bring aliens to Earth. Because that’s just you. You’re the type of person that would do that. You’re always coming up with random shit and you have to tell people about it.
And they respond and tell you that aliens are not here and that you should go to sleep. They also tell you that your idea is not possible and that you should try again the next day at 3am.
Then the very same day at noon, they ask you why you are so intrigued by aliens, but you can’t respond to their text because you are totally passed out from texting random people at 3am in the morning. They ask you why you are intrigued by aliens, but really, you know they are intrigued by you.
Then there is the intrigue of those who find you intrigued. You wonder why they are so intrigued by you. It must be intriguing to say the least because hey, you know you are a weird person – at least alot of people find you weird.
And that intrigue leads you to not ask them questions about aliens, but other stuff, like what they find intriguing.
Then you find out they are intrigued by alot of things, people especially. Then you tell them that you feel the same. A feeling of mutual acceptance occurs. A good feeling to say the least.
