Pretentious Observations From a Stool

I went to a room yesterday and it was full of humans. The room was in a building. When I entered the building, I was in the room. There was a counter to sit at and a floor to stand on. There were humans behind the counter and others in front of it. I sat at the counter and I drank from a cup that was given to me by one of the humans behind the counter. I stared ahead and surveyed the beings in the room. As I stared, I continued to drink the contents of my cup. I thought it strange, this gathering. I was surrounded by beings similar to myself, yet I felt no different than before, when I was the only being, in another room. A common sentiment, I suppose.