Sunday, 27 April 2003

some­times i wor­ry that peo­ple will think i’m a pos­er be­cause i am just in­ter­est­ed enough in some­thing to find out a bit about it, en­gage my­self with­in it, and ride for a bit. then, when ques­tioned up­on said some­thing i can­not sat­is­fy that person’s re­quire­ments of knowl­edge and fail­ure en­sues. both of us fail, i fail to sat­is­fy and they fail be­cause they as­sume and la­bel me in­cor­rect­ly. then they fail be­cause they think i am a pos­er when i am re­al­ly not try­ing to be any­thing at all. ap­par­ent­ly i have an ap­a­thy on the or­der of the hin­den­berg to ac­tu­al­ly be­come any­thing. ei­ther that or i’m hap­py be­ing me. some­times i think they are the same thing.