chaosmonkey

People can't seem to fathom that I have no interest in Harry Potter. And it's not just Harry Potter. I don't have any interest in a lot of things. Not even passing interest. Not even curiosity over what everyone's talking about. And, you know, I like a lot of things that other people have no interest in, but I don't get personally offended when they don't give a shit about these things. I don't see the point in shock and/or dismay that I won't watch Buffy, and I don't expect people to want to read three different comics about Spider-Man every month, or buy Transformers toys, or anything like that. I'm not articularting this very well. The point is, I don't give a fuck about some kid magician and his pet bird. I have enough trouble caring about a grown-up magician in a leather trenchcoat who shags lots of birds.

I realized that by the time I actually meet Amelie, we'll have known each other for 6 months, almost to the day. Ah, the internet. 72 more days. Not that I'm keeping track.