Bit of a nerd

drop ice cubes in a warm drink and think, “Let the heat Transfer begin.”

Look at the rustle of thousands of leaves and while entranced by the beauty, also wonder about a fluid dynamics equation that could be used to potentially map how those leaves move

Someone says First world problems and hears me say, Poverty is a first world problem (thinking in my head, it’s a matter of scale). Waiting, hopefully, for an answer haven’t heard before. But hear a common answer about redistribution of wealth, ask the followup of how to minimize graft in the bureaucratic algae bloom such systems create, hope for a new answer.

want real answers to these questions, because the discussion is interesting.

like talking to people who don’t have talking points jammed into their brains but political entertainment.

Real talk. Nerd talk. What are you passionate about? What drives you? Talk to me about your favorite anime and why it harkens back to some obscure historical fiction.

Talk about what you love, what you like, what you want, what you hope, what makes you think, what makes you happy, what makes you sad, what makes you laugh, what makes you cry.

Sprinkle in a bit of your past if you want to.
But the nebulae of all of it is who you are. Let me see it. Sit in the same room and text it if that’s how we are most comfortable. Or across the room, just want to look up and be able to smile and see you. Or see the tear and comfort you.

Small talk kills me.

It is interesting to love quickly. 

 

I define love as a deep and abiding desire that the person I love live well and joyous. 

 

 

I depend on my intuition to key me into people that I meet. To tell me they are interesting before my conscious mind has a chance to analyze what is interesting about them. So when I meet these people it is somewhat like I am a compass and they are true North. I’ll normally stand back, to inspect my feelings, to observe them. I will find points of congruence and venture out to share those points. Eventually, I’ll be comfortable with them and we’ll be friends. Or at least I’ll think we’re friends. This state can persist for awhile in balance. The longer it goes on, the more I learn, the more I find beautiful, flaws and all. And I find that I both like and love them. It seems stalkerey, but this is mostly subconscious as it goes on. It is only as my mind relentlessly grinds over and over that I see the process. And so I find that I love many people, friends, family, even some acquaintances. The consequence of living mainly in your head and heart. Cloistered, with thoughts and emotions awirl.