July 30, 2003

The things that bind us

Mom promised that when I got to college I would meet more kids like me, and I wouldn't feel so alone. She was right, I met more, meaning some, who shared my interests and/or quirks. But I still felt pretty damn alone--I was grumpy at her for being wrong. During my tech career, I met still more people with some of my interests, but I became used to feeling alone. Now, I think I'd feel wacky if I didn't feel unique and alone.

However, one of the bad things about this is that it's been a rare occasion when someone I respected appreciated me for what I wanted to be the most appreciable parts of me.

In that vein, I am delighted to learn that Salam is a Gibson fan. Even more excited by the fact that they are mutual admirers.

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