I probably shouldn't

My last posting was after a night spent chatting with a couple of very interesting women.  To clarify, it was after a night at a bar chatting with a couple of women.  So, needless to say, I had had a few drinks at the time of posting.  That is not to say that I regret anything I wrote, far from it in fact.  But the fact remains: should I have posted that night, or waited until the harsh light of the morning...

As should be apparent, I'm posting this after a night where I again met a few interesting people.  Unlike the previous evening, this night wasn't something I would put entirely in the pleasant memory column.  I wouldn't put things in the unpleasant category either, but I would say I was... ambivalent about the events of the evening.  For those who don't know, I have a soft spot in my heart for the word ambivalent.  It's special to feel both positively and negatively about something.

Obviously, this begs the question of what was good and what was bad...  Or, perhaps more interesting is what compelled me to write at all.

I have been told more than once that I have the sort of face that makes people trust me.  Although, trust isn't exactly the right word, since it's more that people tell me things they might not tell other people.  These aren't secret things that are illicit in nature, but personal things that are emotionally tender.

I'm not going to go into details.  I've drafted out a few things, but none of them seemed correct, so I will omit them all...  So without revealing events or detailed revelations, why post?

What I will say, is that no matter how much of a misanthrope I say I am, I will protect those I find to be in need, or at least those I think are in need.  Tonight it meant a long conversation and seeing people into a cab.  A couple of weeks ago it meant a rather long walk with someone whose sense of balance made it a much longer walk...

I wish I could say that it made me feel good...  I suppose, it does to an extent, but really what I feel is that I did what I supposed to do.

Denmark

Tonight, I was at a local bar and ended up talking to a couple of girls from Denmark.  I joked to them that 100% of the people I've met from Denmark were awesome, and had to admit that the two of them were the only people I've actually met from Denmark.

How is this blog-worthy, as opposed to deserving a quick facebook status update?  At least in part because I mentioned my blog, specifically the bits of origami that I've posted.  More specifically, the origami dollar bill penguin that I developed.  I get a number of hits every week on my blog because of the penguin, although I've never had anyone write to say, "hey the penguin was great, thanks for posting."

The other part...  That's a bit more difficult to describe.  I feel the need to blog when I've learned something significant about myself, or others, or the world around me.  There are a number of things that I've never committed to  writing, either because they weren't significant enough, because they were too obvious, or because I didn't think to write...

For instance, I've never written about my "one conversation" philosophy.  It's a bit bar-centric, but can be extended to anything...  I've discovered that everyone I've run into has been an interesting person, at least for one conversation.  The world is full of stereotypes, in large part because people tend to conform to said stereotypes.  But no matter how entirely someone falls into a stereotype, there is something about them that sits outside of that type, something unique and interesting.  So, when I'm in a bar, I have no hesitation about talking to the stranger sitting next to me, since there is always something new and interesting to talk about.  The extension of this philosophy is that there are people who are good for more than one conversation.  These are the people I think of as my friends... Extending this to the logical conclusion: there exists someone that every conversation is interesting and unique.  That is the person I hope to find in female form, and convince to marry me.

So, tangent aside, what did I learn?  I learned that I need to go to Denmark.  I learned that my ability to convert between SI and English units wasn't as good as I thought, especially after a few drinks.  I learned that people in Denmark are equally confused by David Hasselhoff's popularity in Germany as Americans...

I learned other things, but there are also things that I merely confirmed... For instance, that sometimes a tangent is more interesting than the original topic.