And Then My Head Exploded. Excellent!
I am way behind on many things blog-related, and none of my excuses are good ones. However, if anyone can help me with providing some sort of format that's generally used for writing screenplays, please e-mail me. Wait, not that I was going to blog a screenplay. My point is, my creativity can only go in so many different directions before it shuts down, and that's what happened, and I'm blaming the screenplay. Why? Because I can.
Moving along. It's funny how people categorize. When I was growing up, everyone around me was middle-class, white, jewish, and decked out in a Champion sweatshirt, leggings, and baggy socks. When I moved to Florida, it was too hot for Champion sweatshirts, and ankle socks were in style. So I had to change what I gravitated towards, and found new similarities to bond over. I had a roommate named Anne from France and we spent many hours discussing the differences between our countries (Anne and I were roommates during the lame freedom fries period, when the U.S. was hating France) and popular tv shows we liked.
When I moved to San Francisco, there were significantly fewer jewish people around to befriend, and now it's only popular to wear a Champion sweatshirt if you bought it at Buffalo Exchange or somewhere. Actually that's probably wrong - Champion is too current to be cool by hipster standards.
People bond over similarities, and when they meet, search for them. When I lived in New York, had I met someone from Dallas I would have felt that we had nothing in common. I'd have befriended them for their accent maybe. Living here in SF, I don't seek out people who are New York jews. I seek out people who are smart, nice, funny, and interesting, pretty much in that order.
I imagine that if I left the country, what I would seek out would change again. All this makes me wonder what people are seeking when they want to befriend me. Which criteria of theirs am I fitting into? In what order do they list it?
Touched does not begin to describe my feelings upon being informed, by someone IN EUROPE (shit, please hold while I go run to consult my shower curtain to confirm that yes, Europe is the right place) that I fit into whatever her criteria is. In fact, she said I'm excellent. Okay, actually, I think she said my blog is excellent. (But my blog is kind of all about me, so...)
The awesome thing about this is I think Jennie's excellent too (and I have really high standards - I don't go around just thinking everyone is excellent). She writes about all sorts of cool shit, even though some of it hurts my head. What I find interesting is that if we knew each other under different circumstances, we might think we had nothing in common and go about our lives ignoring each other. I love that there is this medium that connects people who otherwise might not take the opportunity to be connected.
Moving along. It's funny how people categorize. When I was growing up, everyone around me was middle-class, white, jewish, and decked out in a Champion sweatshirt, leggings, and baggy socks. When I moved to Florida, it was too hot for Champion sweatshirts, and ankle socks were in style. So I had to change what I gravitated towards, and found new similarities to bond over. I had a roommate named Anne from France and we spent many hours discussing the differences between our countries (Anne and I were roommates during the lame freedom fries period, when the U.S. was hating France) and popular tv shows we liked.
When I moved to San Francisco, there were significantly fewer jewish people around to befriend, and now it's only popular to wear a Champion sweatshirt if you bought it at Buffalo Exchange or somewhere. Actually that's probably wrong - Champion is too current to be cool by hipster standards.
People bond over similarities, and when they meet, search for them. When I lived in New York, had I met someone from Dallas I would have felt that we had nothing in common. I'd have befriended them for their accent maybe. Living here in SF, I don't seek out people who are New York jews. I seek out people who are smart, nice, funny, and interesting, pretty much in that order.
I imagine that if I left the country, what I would seek out would change again. All this makes me wonder what people are seeking when they want to befriend me. Which criteria of theirs am I fitting into? In what order do they list it?
Touched does not begin to describe my feelings upon being informed, by someone IN EUROPE (shit, please hold while I go run to consult my shower curtain to confirm that yes, Europe is the right place) that I fit into whatever her criteria is. In fact, she said I'm excellent. Okay, actually, I think she said my blog is excellent. (But my blog is kind of all about me, so...)
The awesome thing about this is I think Jennie's excellent too (and I have really high standards - I don't go around just thinking everyone is excellent). She writes about all sorts of cool shit, even though some of it hurts my head. What I find interesting is that if we knew each other under different circumstances, we might think we had nothing in common and go about our lives ignoring each other. I love that there is this medium that connects people who otherwise might not take the opportunity to be connected.
Labels: A Lonely Jew, BlogFriends, Overthinking, People watching, Personally, Potential Depth
posted by Green at 2/25/2008 09:15:00 PM
2 Comments:
I totally agree. I find it absolutely fascinating and fabulous that I can click on the "next blog" button once, and then my blog viewing pattern is changed forever. And it's a comfort that you can do it at your own pace. Kinda like dogs sniffing each other.
Speaking of dogs, was LP there when your head exploded? Did 9 am vacuum afterwards?
Were you really touched?! Surely you must have noticed by now how much your fan base loves your blog! I'm sure your not one to admit it, but you're great. You are.
You sold me way back with LEL's earlobes flapping in the breeze.
Yes, I was really touched (and not just by LEL's large earlobes). :)
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