we can't spend our whole lives waiting to die.
I have a love/hate relationship with big cities. Part of my criteria for choosing a college was that it be in or near a large city-- that was part of the love. I love the vibrancy and the lights and colors, the masses of people; I love the potentiality of cities, the way that anything is possible. Things happen that you'd never expected, you meet people you never thought you'd know. I love that.
But I hate the fact that you can stand in the middle of Times Square at midnight and feel completely alone. I hate that.
We're all on separate vectors, but we're going so many different directions that you'd think we'd eventually intersect. But no-- no, you can stand in the middle of a crowded street and never make eye contact with another person, be brushed by like you're invisible. Human vectors behave differently than geometric vectors. We're not forced to intersect, even if our paths statistically ought to.
Then again-- and this is something most of my friends have heard before, so apologies if this is not the first time you've gotten this from me-- there are six billion people on this planet. So what are the odds that you and any other person would be anywhere at the same time? What is it that pulls us out of our geometrically unsound vectors and forces us to stop in front of one another, to really look at each other? What is it that makes us realize that this one person-- one, out of six billion-- is worth knowing? What are the odds, really? What are the odds that we would end up where we are at any given moment, with whoever we're with, doing whatever we're doing?
It seems to me that the odds are stacked against us in astronomical ways. And yet we do it. We form bonds and meet people and fall in love.
And that's awesome.
Sorry I'm such a study in contradictions. It's a weird night.
But I hate the fact that you can stand in the middle of Times Square at midnight and feel completely alone. I hate that.
We're all on separate vectors, but we're going so many different directions that you'd think we'd eventually intersect. But no-- no, you can stand in the middle of a crowded street and never make eye contact with another person, be brushed by like you're invisible. Human vectors behave differently than geometric vectors. We're not forced to intersect, even if our paths statistically ought to.
Then again-- and this is something most of my friends have heard before, so apologies if this is not the first time you've gotten this from me-- there are six billion people on this planet. So what are the odds that you and any other person would be anywhere at the same time? What is it that pulls us out of our geometrically unsound vectors and forces us to stop in front of one another, to really look at each other? What is it that makes us realize that this one person-- one, out of six billion-- is worth knowing? What are the odds, really? What are the odds that we would end up where we are at any given moment, with whoever we're with, doing whatever we're doing?
It seems to me that the odds are stacked against us in astronomical ways. And yet we do it. We form bonds and meet people and fall in love.
And that's awesome.
Sorry I'm such a study in contradictions. It's a weird night.