The mundane. What is there to say about it. I'm jealous of those who have a new adventure everyday. I'd like to think that I've been successful at having an adventure every other day out of the week. I get excited every time I hear the door of my car shut, it's a simple mechanical remark, "you're going somewhere."
And alas there's only one place that I drive to, Denver. After all, Boulder is far too small to require any sort of vehicular transportation aside from pedal or pedestrian. I jump in and immediately the feelings of joy surge through me as I turn the key and head out onto 36 - blazing south towards the city. Though it's only recently that I seem to lack an actual destination. I'm throwing a dart at a large board but I'm uncertain if I'm aiming for the bulls eye or the twenty. Even leaving Boulder has become mundane.
This is quite the predicament for one who has prided himself on having a direction in life. Go to school get good grades, get a good job, get a good girlfriend, etc etc. Lately, I find myself questioning these mundane motivations. In all honesty could I go the rest of my life without being close to another person? I care not to imagine the possibility though if push came to shove the answer would be a resounding, "yes!". But what fun would that be?
So to make a long story short, or a short story shorter - I'm sitting in a cafe in Denver. I'm typing a blog entry that I could have typed from home. Though, the detail of being in a different place is curiously and subtly different. Maybe the mundane is mundane when we decide the minutia is no longer of value?
How emo of me...
And alas there's only one place that I drive to, Denver. After all, Boulder is far too small to require any sort of vehicular transportation aside from pedal or pedestrian. I jump in and immediately the feelings of joy surge through me as I turn the key and head out onto 36 - blazing south towards the city. Though it's only recently that I seem to lack an actual destination. I'm throwing a dart at a large board but I'm uncertain if I'm aiming for the bulls eye or the twenty. Even leaving Boulder has become mundane.
This is quite the predicament for one who has prided himself on having a direction in life. Go to school get good grades, get a good job, get a good girlfriend, etc etc. Lately, I find myself questioning these mundane motivations. In all honesty could I go the rest of my life without being close to another person? I care not to imagine the possibility though if push came to shove the answer would be a resounding, "yes!". But what fun would that be?
So to make a long story short, or a short story shorter - I'm sitting in a cafe in Denver. I'm typing a blog entry that I could have typed from home. Though, the detail of being in a different place is curiously and subtly different. Maybe the mundane is mundane when we decide the minutia is no longer of value?
How emo of me...
candycrimson:
The subtleties of life definitely keep it interesting. I had this idea that I tried out for a while. I would do something I had never done before at least once a week. It was a lot of fun for a while, but after a while, it became too expected, so I had to mix it up a little. Good luck finding your balance 
gravitation:
I've tried to do that. I attended an anime convention and a rave. Both were pretty wild experiences. I was hoping to go to the annual indexing conference held in Denver but missed it.