A few people I’ve met of late has led me to reflect upon the nature of people. I’ve come to believe that different people are interesting to different extents – this has nothing to do with personality, academic prowess or even subject-matter of conversation. Some people are just funnier than others. It’s not so much a normative issue because interestingness can in a way be empirically observed and verified – I hate to say it but most people in the world (probably around 99%) don’t have anything interesting to offer. In contrast, being in the company of the residual 1% is necessarily enjoyable. You may not personally appreciate this person, or respect any of his choices – yet I hope I’m not alone in believing that admiration should be given where admiration is due, if and when from a person emanates a profound understanding of the humorous and of the ironic, if he thoroughly understands the world and subverts it intelligently with appropriate one-liners.
And that, in effect, is why I don’t pay as much attention to academics/scholarships/sycophant-ing/serious business as I should. This is partly because commitment scares me, and also because I’m lazy and much inclined to play Plants vs Zombies when given the opportunity (lol nid 2 farm muny plz); but I’d probably be working harder right now if not for my aversion to the idea of becoming irreparably serious. Being serious risks the loss of any shred of irony I might have possessed. I may have Cs and Ds besmirching my academic transcript (and I’m by no means happy about or even tolerant of this), but I’d only truly have failed the moment I stop taking a step back and laughing at myself.