well in the first place, i guess you'd only offer to share/accept to share headphones with someone with whom you already have attained a certain level of comfort. I almost never (ever) offer, because i always consider music to be a matter of personal taste but i always feel grateful and very appreciative when someone offers. There are a multitude of factors to consider- whether the person would decline, whether the genre appeals to the other person, whether socially it's acceptable/expected that you would do that etc, 34567876543 things could run through your mind, but sometimes it's just thoughtless, it's just on impulse.
It's something about the gesture, when the person's arm stretches/crosses into your personal space to offer you that other ear piece; it's that you're sitting side by side, it's that exact distance that is neither near nor far, so close you think you can almost smell the person, your arms almost brush against each other, but the proximity is not that close to the point that you feel stifled; it's that kind of feeling that you're neither hidden nor exposed. It's a bit of quiet calmness with a little awkwardness that makes you just so slightly unsettled.
It's the feeling that though your trains of thought are (highly likely) to be different-
it's the same melody, same rhythm, same beat that's pulsing in your heart/mind.
it's a strange but nice feeling.
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-------------------------------------------Grace: Opposites attract.
Rich: That’s magnets. We’re people.
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Rich: That’s magnets. We’re people.
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Rich: I’m alright, Grace, cause I got you to look after me. It’s what you do. Everyone’s happy when Grace is around. You’re a shape shifter of happiness.
Grace: What are you talking about? You’re not making any sense.
Rich: I don’t know who you are, are you Grace Violet or Grace Blood? Are you daddy’s girl or my girl?
Grace: I’m who I need to be, Rich. We all are. Haven’t you heard the saying ‘All the world’s a stage’?
Rich: Yeah, but it’s not true, is it.
Grace: Rich, tell me why you’re unhappy.
Grace: What are you talking about? You’re not making any sense.
Rich: I don’t know who you are, are you Grace Violet or Grace Blood? Are you daddy’s girl or my girl?
Grace: I’m who I need to be, Rich. We all are. Haven’t you heard the saying ‘All the world’s a stage’?
Rich: Yeah, but it’s not true, is it.
Grace: Rich, tell me why you’re unhappy.
Rich: Hey, the world is a stage right, so none of this happens. Doesn’t matter at all.
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