Julia and I were conversing the other night about conversing. When a nice conversation occurs, it is such a lovely feeling. There is a wonderful connection with that person without actually touching the person and even if the conversation was not about the personal life of a person, you feel like you understand them better. On the flip side of this, when one is having a bad conversation (not bad as in an argument, bad as in lackluster) there is the distinct feeling that this person has momentarily ruined your life with their inability to converse properly.