Break away the bricks of the wall

Actually, I don't mind work. It fills your daily life with a purpose and helps you to pretend you're here on Earth to do good, it also helps you to stay aware of your existence, otherwise you simply float through the fog of hours and seconds of each day. So really, work is so useful, I haven't even mentioned the positive effect it can have on your brain cells.. Unless work gets too much and threatens to overflow your life, like it does at the moment. So many words want to be read, so many theories to be understood, and so much statistics to attend to. I always imagine these grey little guys up there to happily jump up and down as soon as the work rushes in to stimulate the brain cells, causing them to start interacting with each other. "Interaction", that's what my sociology prof was talking about today. Apparently microsociology describes the interaction of human beings within society. How does anyone get the strange idea of describing the wonderful exchange of words and gestures, the sharing of thoughts, the silence of looking into each others eyes with this simple and sober word of "interactions"? Maybe decades of theory (yes the prof does look rather old) make you build up a wall, seperating you from reality and if you're unlucky there's nobody to help you climb back over the wall or break away some of the bricks.