Looking over at Steve -- who was having his usual chatty morning, standing by the window, soaking in the sun -- I wondered if he was having a good conversation. Was it interesting? He seemed to laugh a lot, so it must be good. Right? Looking back, I think I envied his ability to talk to someone at any time. What I didn't envy was that which allowed him to do so. I considered wandering over and saying hi, but the politeness in me always stopped me. I'm not sure if I would ever have had the right timing -- maybe no one would.
The problem with schizophrenic is you never know if you're interrupting.