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.