Fringe 2: Postscript to Memory

...I am not even bored or lonely. Like a lotus flower springing from a pool of dirt, I have risen above those strange sentiments that often accompany the human species. Supposedly, boredom and loneliness are linked to certain environments, or circumstances. Practically though, these sentiments, along with their more positive counterparts (like joy, fulfillement, and other nonsense) seem like intermediates in the process of constructing the 'adult' person: the perfectly neutral, indifferent, non-reactive evolved creature. Thus, I am an evolved creature who doesn't have anything to do (in the meaningful sense), and has no one around (again, in the meaningful sense), yet is neither bored nor lonely. My 'adult' moments of happiness seem to spring more from the victory of fetching Aramani Jeans on a limited, single day discount from Harvey Nichols, rather than from meeting someone, another 'evolved' human being, who has the potential to enter the repertoire of that fleeting 'present tense'.