Woah, So Deep... Maaan...

No, I'm not commenting on the festival in Nimbin (Pot capital of Australia, folks)

So much is going on in the world at the moment. I would feel compelled to comment on the various different issues that are both here at home, and those abroad, except for one over arching deterrent.

I don’t wanna.

Yes, I could harp on about Schapelle Corby’s case, and my opinion that the press is only on her bandwagon because she’s a bit of a stunner (with makeup on, I’m sure), despite that people who are being detained without charge in Australia remain totally faceless. But frankly, it’s been done.

Besides, you should write what you know.

And for me, that seems to be gassing on about my personal life, and my stunning resemblance to Freddie Prinze Jnr (allegedly).

But I’m deeper than that, honestly.

People I speak to lately seem to hold onto some sorta ideal that a deep conversation is somehow more meaningful (ie better) than a shallow one. However, again… (this is the word of the month, I reckon) it seems to be subjective.

You take something like Corby, and you can converse at length with someone about the “facts” as they’re reported in the news, but all you're hearing is the articles from the paper, regurgitated as dot points into your ears… which is kinda gross, and smells kinda funky.

Then there’s the whole left wing/right wing opinion when it comes to discussing politics. But I find that getting any kind of individual thought out of these people is like pulling teeth… with your fingers… wearing garden gloves… on a Sunday… after a few beers.

However, the person you’re conversing with may think that the conversation is “deep” because you’re not discussing pop music, celebrity goss, chicks, the footy or that funky smell in your ear.

But, I’ve had excessively shallow conversations on topics like religion, politics, foreign policy, economics, and the digitalisation of media.

So, now I’ve devised another formula:

Depth of conversation = level of disagreement

K and I have met twice, face-to-face. We have had four (4 – count ‘em) “fights”, as we call them. It’s not like we’re screaming at each other, but it’s more along the lines that we’re both stubbornly opinionated, and we both look for any possible reason to explain our side of the story. It often involves a lot of conjecture, which probably isn't the best thing...

Whether telling someone they played a “good shot” in pool is technically a compliment, or some shallow form of positive reinforcement can actually be a stimulating conversation. For me, at least. K probably thinks I’m an idiot.

But oftentimes it’s the conversation in where you disagree with the other person that draws the most thinking, and therefore (in my personal definition) more “deeper” discourse.

And it’s all the more fun if the person you’re talking to is of a particular short fuse…

But this has all distracted me from Freddie Prinze Jnr. Oh, and I think I should add in here that you can have a heap of fun with a "shallow" conversation.

I forget my point...

Gawd, I’ve just re-read this entry…my brain has a bizarre train of thought…