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Post-Modern Drunk: I Like Biking
I have become so boring. Seriously. I have no interesting tastes in anything. I don't go to movies or watch TV anymore, I read, but no one else reads the same things as me, so I can't really talk about that. I don't drink other than with dinner and alone in my room anymore, and so I have no good drunk stories other than "This one time, I got really drunk, and my cat was too aggressive, and I couldn't get out of her way in time."
I do like biking though. Though I don't like biking culture quite so much. Or fixed gear hipsters. Or pedestrians in bike lanes. And I don't have any good biking stories. Biking stories are a lot like dreams. They're really important to you when they're happening (though for "I might just die in a moment" reasons, rather than "That penguin is totally my dad, except it's also my kindergarten teacher" reasons), but not even Giff, the light of my life and fire of my loins, likes hearing biking stories.
The only thing more solipsistic than biking or dream stories is food stories. "Man, I had a really good meal last night. It was really tasty. No, I can't taste it anymore. And I have trouble describing what was precisely tasty about it. It just was. You should have been there. Then you could have tasted it. And then you'd be struggling to describe this awesome taste as well. We could be taste-forgetting-brothers!"
Biking is good. Food is good. But blogging material-wise, it's not exactly inspirational gold.
Oh well. I could talk about my cats...
