Monday, September 26, 2005

Days of Sugar, Nights of Sound

...mornings of diabetes.

Conversation about the brain and genetics with my mother yesterday yielded a potentially important insight on myself: I don't respect anything or anyone. This is true I think. No, my mother didn't tell me I don't respect anyone, i said it myself. It was my response to her asking why i treated certain members of the extended family differently than others. She posited that I didn't respect some of them; i said, without thinking, that that wasn't possible, because i don't respect anyone. And as I said, this is true i think. Not that i'm disrespectin' any of y'all. I just don't grant people special status in my mind for their various abilities, skills (skillz), or perceived intelligence. I am supposing that my interaction with others is based more on personality dynamics and on how familiar or comfortable i am with a person.

This may be reflected in the general absence of role models and "hero's" in my life (refer to the Personal Feedback Loop post for a tiny bit more information) as of late. It may also partially explain my aversions to things like flags and gods.

I'm not just not one for worship of any sort.* I suspect this will prove to be troublesome in the years ahead.



*some of you might suggest that i worship Mirah. My response is of 3 parts: 1. my allegiance is to the music, not to the person, 2. her personality, political stance, and appearance were not (and still aren't) at all clear to me when I became interested in her music, and 3. Shut up.

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