It is good.
It is complicated.
It.
Is.
Dramatic.
The energy, the enthusiasm, the hormones, the bright ideas, the insecurities, the questions.
It's all so very... tiring.
I (evidently) no longer keep my records of my Human Research here anymore. I keep a log of it all in a safe haven, away from all human hands.
I tried reaching out to you guys again, by the way.
It turns out that the local laws here do not allow me to connect to a satellite communications device from the Burj Khalifa. Something about national security. Frankly, I don't get it. All my RemoteComm can do is send a few beeps to you guys from that pathetic height. I don't know what they're afraid of.
No, I am not going to dissect literature and no, I am not even going to start to TRY to understand their music. I shall not try to understand, I shall try to appreciate. Because Culture is something that people are essentially born into, not something that a few people just create. Culture is years and years of traditions and practices and all of those things can be interpreted differently by different people. Culture is, essentially, an art form.
But does any of it matter much? I have spent so much time here, I feel like I'm one of them. I feel human. I feel like I'm able to connect to the most alien part of myself because of what these people have done to me.
But anyway; my point of this post is this; I shall henceforth make this what it is SUPPOSED to be; a blog. I shall blog about my human activities and my human friends. I have a large enough collection about their behaviors but none of them are all too concrete enough for me to understand how they would react in a given situation. There are simply too many variables for me alone to recreate.
Ah, Nature. How much it loves to complicate things.
It is complicated.
It.
Is.
Dramatic.
The energy, the enthusiasm, the hormones, the bright ideas, the insecurities, the questions.
It's all so very... tiring.
I (evidently) no longer keep my records of my Human Research here anymore. I keep a log of it all in a safe haven, away from all human hands.
I tried reaching out to you guys again, by the way.
It turns out that the local laws here do not allow me to connect to a satellite communications device from the Burj Khalifa. Something about national security. Frankly, I don't get it. All my RemoteComm can do is send a few beeps to you guys from that pathetic height. I don't know what they're afraid of.
No, I am not going to dissect literature and no, I am not even going to start to TRY to understand their music. I shall not try to understand, I shall try to appreciate. Because Culture is something that people are essentially born into, not something that a few people just create. Culture is years and years of traditions and practices and all of those things can be interpreted differently by different people. Culture is, essentially, an art form.
But does any of it matter much? I have spent so much time here, I feel like I'm one of them. I feel human. I feel like I'm able to connect to the most alien part of myself because of what these people have done to me.
But anyway; my point of this post is this; I shall henceforth make this what it is SUPPOSED to be; a blog. I shall blog about my human activities and my human friends. I have a large enough collection about their behaviors but none of them are all too concrete enough for me to understand how they would react in a given situation. There are simply too many variables for me alone to recreate.
Ah, Nature. How much it loves to complicate things.
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