2011-04-29-BFP761-foundatio


761 Foundation Of Stone.

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I think it’s safe to say that at least some percentage of my readers are versed in the old lore. I could almost compile a book based on the responses I got. Makes me wonder what other sorts of things you guys are knowledgeable about.

I decided to pick up Mass Effect 2 preemptively so I’d have it handy when I was finished with the first one. It’s been in the local store for as long as I can remember, but when I wandered in the other day not a copy to be had. That’s pretty typical for me. Something is ubiquitous until I decide I want it then suddenly other people want it too. I always wonder who these people are. Who in this backwards part of the country has tastes similar to mine? I will likely never know. Probably some random kids.

Back when I collected toys heavily I always wondered who it was that would beat me to the shelves. I don’t think in all the time I ever collected I met another person who did too. There had to be more than me, and I often saw collectors of things I didn’t like; Hot Wheels, for example, but never other people who liked what I did. Apart from my one friend, but we usually stalked the shelves as a team. Had we ever met we may have become friends, or perhaps bitter rivals, in either case it would have made the whole affair more interesting.

Anyway, when I got home I found Mass Effect 2 for half what it cost in stores, so I won out in the end.

You know, I actually do remember something sort of like meeting a fellow collector. One time I was buying a random Dragonball Z dvd and a guy noticed and started talking to me about it. He was probably a little younger than me, but not too much. I was instantly a little creeped out. In fact, I wondered if that’s how I came across to other people. I rarely interact with others in a store, so probably I creep people out in a different way. In any case I learned a bit about him in those few moments, like he was married and had some amount of kids already. So it’s not like he was some sort of pariah that no other human would interact with.

Maybe I was just put off because he interacted with me and that put me on the defensive, or I was already in a bad frame of mind. Those were dark days and my sour attitude may have been coloring my perception of things.

I’ve never made an effort to make friends with anyone out here because I judge people as inferior long before they have a chance to make a case for themselves. Knowing full well that’s not an appropriate way to deal with others. i just assume that no one is going to understand anything I have to say, or anything I do, based on past experience. For all I know there may be a vast network of underground nerds just waiting to embrace me.