Category: Personal Reflections and Diary

(Diary: Oddity)
Sit down for lunch in a local asian restaurant for a bento box, and the young waitress walks up and says “I know you. You’re curt ….” (couldn’t remember my last name, so I supply it.)
Then she said “I follow you. A friend of mine follows you. She’s a little crazy.” And conversation follows from there.

I’m not all that unaccustomed to being recognized in the northwest, or in certain venues. But a restaurant? By a young woman? THat’s a new one. 😉

(Diary)
I reserve the right for unseriousness, playfulness, juvenile humor at times, and all the ironic humor I can manifest to compensate for the absurdity of human beings. The depth and seriousness of what I work on all day needs counter-acting or I couldn’t bear it. 😉

Or maybe that’s just a good excuse? lol 😉

(Diary)
I don’t care about anyone’s sexual preference. But I do care they’re comfortable in their skin. And have some vague chance of ‘fitting in’. But after repeated observations the japanese trans thing just doesn’t work for the men. Just met this guy standing in line at Starbucks. Hair, skirt, the whole thing. But the morphology and the body language? I mean. It just doesn’t work. And that’s despite the level of neoteny. Combine that with east asian sense of and need of conformity, and male-female differences in language and behavior – and it’s this weird self consciousness made debilitating by choice. (Sigh)

(Diary)
I just spent the evening with a bunch of random characters I met at a local bar (restaurant). An environmental engineer (biologist) from San Francisco visiting his son at college, and a ferrari mechanic who lives locally, a husband, wife, and two children demonstrating 10/10 wholesome parenting with overflowing love and humor. Throw in a half dozen other characters I met trying to find out who was driving the restored red 1967 mustang, and one of the OMG tricked out Harleys, on top of the four waitresses of extraordinary good nature – because the customers are of extraordinarily good nature..
And I love these ‘normal’ people. I am nothing like them. I have lived a life unlike them. But they are good and kind and loving of one another and they are moral people enjoying life. And I would rather be among them than all the ‘elites’ in my history who I have had the misfortune to earn money from by telling them the truth no one else would dare to. Or, the kind of people who serve them who are so ‘softly’ immoral that they are gradually corrupted by them out of profitability or expediency.
Moral decay is rather obvious at this point. And while the mundane corruption of bureaucracy may have reached perihelion across the west, I have come to understand there is no need for it..And come to understand it’s source. And come to understand its suppression. Even if the reproductive asymmetry of the sexes and by consequence distribution of human moral intuition means that we will never be free of the causality.
Yet, I am aware that upon publishing all of this in my usual rigor, that the offense at the truth of it will cause resistance to the certainty of it.