perfect stranger to me. I know some of the people who read this. I have learned that there are a few people who read this, who I didn't know knew it existed. And then there is you, and you are the unknown. The stranger. The person who I would never know. Of course, sometimes the perfect stranger does know me, but I rather like not knowing who reads this. Security in anonymity, right? It feels good. But everyone who reads this should get to know me. I'm not depressed all the time. Give me something to be happy about. Even people who have spent tons of time with me don't know too much about me.
The world's population increases by over two hundred thousand people every day. I recently learned this after seeing a chart with the world's population per month over the last two years. Curiosity had me calculating, and now I wish I didn't. I feel so small. I am so insignificant. Also an odd statistic, over half of all humans who have ever lived are alive right now. Strange. At least I'm not contemplating how small we are? I dunno. It's almost worse to be stuck thinking about our individual insignificance. Anyways, that was definitely not the point of this post, ha.
Easter eggs are the point of this post. I'm not talking about the pastel-colored plastic eggs that people search for on the holiday. I mean the hidden secrets placed in various things as covert nods, thank-yous, messages, or laughs for other people. The intention is odd. They have to be discovered to be realized, and realized to be fun, but the better hidden they are, the more fun they are. The realization of the intention to create a hidden message is obscure, because one can never be sure of the author's intention. More importantly, the mere thought that these secrets could be the author giving credit or sending a message to someone or something is what makes them fun. These Easter eggs of mystery are hidden all around us. They are right here. They are in popular things. Bradley and I have been playing a game called Borderlands, which has several Easter eggs to find. One of the objects early in the game is to kill a bandit named Mad Mel (Mad Max, who was played by Mel Gibson). Two 'achievements' in the game are "On A Boat," (SNL) and "1.21 Gigawatts" (Back to the Future). These serve absolutely no point, but they are fun to discover. I don't know. So what's my secret? As of now, I did not believe it. At my core I did not believe it at all. But I am beginning to think it is true. Anyways...
Please, let me know what you're thinking. I really want to know you. As I write this, I look out at the campus, and I see a thousand strangers. Maybe one of them has read this. I like knowing that perhaps someone there knows me, only they don't know that I'm me. It makes me feel like a secret. A secret I will share with anyone, but only each person individually. I am your secret, and you are mine. People suck. Fuck them, because we have each other, and that's all we need.
The world's population increases by over two hundred thousand people every day. I recently learned this after seeing a chart with the world's population per month over the last two years. Curiosity had me calculating, and now I wish I didn't. I feel so small. I am so insignificant. Also an odd statistic, over half of all humans who have ever lived are alive right now. Strange. At least I'm not contemplating how small we are? I dunno. It's almost worse to be stuck thinking about our individual insignificance. Anyways, that was definitely not the point of this post, ha.
Easter eggs are the point of this post. I'm not talking about the pastel-colored plastic eggs that people search for on the holiday. I mean the hidden secrets placed in various things as covert nods, thank-yous, messages, or laughs for other people. The intention is odd. They have to be discovered to be realized, and realized to be fun, but the better hidden they are, the more fun they are. The realization of the intention to create a hidden message is obscure, because one can never be sure of the author's intention. More importantly, the mere thought that these secrets could be the author giving credit or sending a message to someone or something is what makes them fun. These Easter eggs of mystery are hidden all around us. They are right here. They are in popular things. Bradley and I have been playing a game called Borderlands, which has several Easter eggs to find. One of the objects early in the game is to kill a bandit named Mad Mel (Mad Max, who was played by Mel Gibson). Two 'achievements' in the game are "On A Boat," (SNL) and "1.21 Gigawatts" (Back to the Future). These serve absolutely no point, but they are fun to discover. I don't know. So what's my secret? As of now, I did not believe it. At my core I did not believe it at all. But I am beginning to think it is true. Anyways...
Please, let me know what you're thinking. I really want to know you. As I write this, I look out at the campus, and I see a thousand strangers. Maybe one of them has read this. I like knowing that perhaps someone there knows me, only they don't know that I'm me. It makes me feel like a secret. A secret I will share with anyone, but only each person individually. I am your secret, and you are mine. People suck. Fuck them, because we have each other, and that's all we need.
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