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November 15, 2004
Eric's Questions
What’s up with the hair?
In the years prior to meeting you, I used to get my hair cut. Ask Nikki or anyone who knew me back then, I had a really stupid haircut, very dorky. It was a ridiculous poofy column which arose from my scalp.
Anyway, I stopped getting it cut as a feeble act of rebellion against the folks. Why should I pay $15 to make me look stupid, when I can look stupid for free? Soon after I got really into metal once again, and the hair sort of went hand-in-hand with that. It looks great now, in my opinion. Ask Nikki or anyone who knew me before. :)
Do you really think that you can make a difference?
I have sort of the inverse of your opinion. I definitely do not believe I can make a difference here. I don’t think that voting this way or that makes any difference in the grand scheme of things, because we just get fucked in the end anyway; thinking your vote “makes a difference” is like thinking proper choice of background music in some way improves an ass-rape scenario. It’s just not relevent. You’re gonna git fucked, and fucked good, whether it’s Red or Blue doing the fucking.
I do, however, think that it is an expression and the exercise of a fundamental right. Yes, I am voting between a popular shit-covered brick, a popular brick-like shit, and a bunch of happy crazy faeries that have the same probability of victory as I have of winning the lottery and being struck by lightning twice in the same day, but goddammit I have a right to vote and I’m gonna fucking use it!
The biggest thing I can do to make a difference in my life is to find somewhere else where things are already as I’d like to make them here. Or somewhere closer to it. Then, go to that place. It’s going to be as though I made a difference here, except without all the heavy lifting. I highly recommend this course of action to anyone who wants to not devote their life to politics.
Why do you like me?
Well, it happened in phases. At first, we hated each other, probably because I was still a twat. Then we got over it, and started hanging out a lot. I started to consider you a mentor, looked up to you and your strange ways. During that time, I learned a lot about the world, politics, and how to appreciate good music. I achieved new levels of self-knowledge, which sounds terrible but actually had nothing to do with uncovering neuroses and repressed memories, or sex, except for discovering I like fatties :)
At some point it changed again, and I no longer consider you a mentor, but just an extremely wise friend. You still give great advice, I just need less, and it’s better to have friends who are equals than superiors and inferiors. Superficially, I like you because we have a lot of similar interests: music, politics, learning, mathematics/logic/philosophy, movies, etc.
The core of any friendship is an intangible thing which is just a shared state of mind. You make an excellent friend because I like hanging out with you, because we have a lot to rant about after trivially short periods of time, because you consistently improve the environment around you. In general, there seems to be no correlation between what you contribute to something, how it’s received, and what part you played in it. I think one of the main reasons I’m your friend is because I can see the relationship between these things. I’ve also come to possess your sense of humor, finding awesome and terrible things amusing and enjoyable more because of their distance from normality than because of how good or bad they are. I think we have similar perspectives and that’s rare for either of us.
I also think that it helped that, during the “mentorship” phase, I was actually learning quite a bit, and my friends resented it, but I didn’t give much of a fuck what they thought was going on. I knew I was changing for the better, and that self-knowledge is a road seldom taken younger than 50 around here. They’ll get there (some have already), but they for the most part didn’t get it at the time it was happening to me. We both had a lot of laughs about it, which was a good thing to bond over. :)
You’re awesome. Now call your Dad so he can knock you back down a notch. :)
Posted by FusionGyro at November 15, 2004 11:38 PM
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