Space Oddity

I have a rather peculiar perception of the world. (That's not the revelation, knew that 32 millenniums ago.) But only today did I realise that, whenever I meet someone new, I have no interest whatsoever in things like where the person lives*, what the person does for a living, where the person is from or how many cars does the person have. Instead, I'm more interested in what the person likes or their thoughts on things.

It happens rather subconsciously. I'd much rather talk about their favourite writer or TV show than the fame and fortune they acquired last year. But now that I've given it some thought, it seems to make sense. I've never really been interested in all these material goods society seem to place so much importance on. Which explains it. To paraphrase Oscar Wilde, I'm interested in what the person is, and not what the person has.

And this makes things rather difficult. Because as we all know, people like to talk about themselves. But unfortunately, the societal norm would much rather talk about what they have than what they are.

Perhaps this is why I am so anti-social.

Just to fit in. Oh, just to fit in.


On a related note(which might have contributed to my revelation), I highly recommend Oscar Wilde's essay called The Soul of Man Under Socialism. Print it out. Read it. Or just read it from there if trees are your thing. Well worth your half and hour or so. And no, it is not about communism. Don't be deterred from reading it just because of what you think it's about. The man is a genius.

For the record, I'm not an anarchist either.

And I'm done with Catch-22. Awesome, awesome book. Ought to review it later. Now on to Into The Wild by Jon Krakauer. Oh and I don't know why, but the pages of this book smells really nice. Even from reading distance away. None of the books from the library has smelt good thus far.
Also wondering what people think about Oasis's latest album. I have yet to check it out despite being an Oasis fan. So What's the story, morning glory?


* Sometimes I do like to ask about where people live for the sake of car-pooling or to have a new train buddy. But it has never crossed my mind to do so for the sake of class-categorising.


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