Hey black people, I'm back.

You know, I left on thanksgiving saying I was going to have fun. I was wrong. I did more than had fun. I relaxed, I played, I laughed, I worked out, I froze, I got sick again, I did it all. In the end, it was really fun I guess, but having fun wasnt the great part about it.

I'm glad nevertheless to be back in the big Orange. County, that is. It's about 20 degrees warmer here and the wind is blowing about 40 mph less. On the long trip back I was stuck on a single philosophical notion: You know those instances where, say, a band you like alot becomes really popular, or when you know something in math class allready and the teacher teaches it and you just want to yell out to the world "I liked that band/knew that allready!"? What is that? Why do we feel such an urge even though we know that in the long run it doesnt matter what we know or liked or what precedence we set because we are just lowly individuals who cant have any real effect on civilization.

Maybe its the fact that we feel like we have made a difference in the world. We feel like, for example, we told the world to like this band when nobody else did, and now everybody does. We feel like we started the trend, and now that millions love the band, we have made a difference in the world. Or maybe its just pride in being right, because everybody has that. Maybe it's one of those things where you can point your finger in somebodies face and tell you "haha, I told you so"; only in this case nobody really cares.

That's what's so funny about these little things that happen to us. All of a sudden something we though was our own, a passion for a band or knowledge of a math problem, becomes a universal fact: everyone likes it. All of a sudden, we are less individual, and nobody gives a shit.

The more you think about it, the more depressing it becomes. This has got to be one of lifes little tragedies: the loss of the individual spirit.