Prodigy's Life in Vague, Enigmatic, Slightly Confusing Terms

This diary does not (entirely) reflect my life, but perhaps my sole purpose of living: to have you leave more confused than you came in. Everything within is the truth, if you can manage to decipher it. Viel gluck, meine landeskunde.


69. Saturday, July 11th.

The best thing I've heard all day was this while I was sitting on the boat with my brother, two of his friends, and @Tiger3. 


Me to my brother: Oh, so you have time to watch Parks and Rec three times, but not Supernatural? 

My brother's friend whom we shall call George: What? You've never seen Supernatural?

My brother: Only, like, four episodes.

George: Oh. I've only seen one, but I just follow the fandom.



Me: Why do you follow the fandom if you've only seen one episode?

George: They have really good fanfiction! It's, like, well written and stuff. 


I have probably spoken about this earlier, but I have a particular life philosophy which is mostly unconscious, but nonetheless legitimate. I tend to hate everybody I meet at first encounter until they give me a reason to like them. Even new characters in TV shows; I hate them until they do something that makes me like them. Sometimes it's a gradual thing, other times it's a specific action or moment that makes me think, "You know what? I don't hate this person." This was George's moment. George made the cut. I like George. His name isn't actually George. Whatever. 



The stars were gorgeous tonight. I only wish I had more time to appreciate them. 

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