Some people get some stuff easily. Other people get other stuff easily. Look at my silly journal… my life is mostly defined by one thing… COMPUTERS. Isn’t that so SAD? I only get computers. I am not human. No… definitely not. There is a set of rules in my head that tell me what society is supposed to be like. Like what to expect. In some ways I feel more like Data in Star Trek (you don’t like Star Trek? Well, then you suck). It’s not like I’m aspiring to be human (like Data)… no it’s more like I can’t understand some humans. But then again, I probably appear equally illogical. So I guess what I know is that I’ll never know.
You know what’s fun for me? Sitting down in front my TV with Star Trek MPEGs being siphoned through the RCA cables that are hooked up to my computer in my bedroom. Sitting there with hot chocolate and then some of that Lemon Grass Chicken dish from Nhat Vietnamese Cuisine. Yes… that’s fun. I like that.
What else is fun? Running down Camelback with Josh and Michael. That was fun. Wind whipping through your hair. A fine sheen of sweat on your body. Hopping from rock to rock – a split second decision that is the difference between a well placed step and a nasty spill. Red rock blurring by and fragments of people’s coversations. Dogtags jingling.
Then there’s more that’s fun. Walking back home drunk with Michael after an evening at Casy Moor’s. Talking about such profound issues as can humanity ever acheive the utopia shown in Star Trek? Or other stuff… like when we yelled Hindi swearwords at a bunch of Indian Graduate students while speeding down University drive at three in the morning. I forget who was driving, but Michael and I were in the back of his jeep.
Fun times… I get that. It’s not too bad afterall.