Jul 31 2006


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Alex sighed. “Have you ever just, suddenly, been ‘done’ with something? Like something that was your favorite thing ever, you just wake up one day and it doesn’t do anything for you?”

“Well,” said Greg, “define your terms. Are we talking about something like pet rocks or smurfs here, or a food item, or what?”

“I dunno. Say, like, Star Trek. Imagine you grew up on Star Trek and it was the greatest thing ever; you were a total trekkie when you were a kid, have copies of Spock Must Die!, The Star Fleet Technical Manual and the Star Trek Concordance, and every Mego figure ever made including the Romulan and Andorian. Then one day, just sorta Poof! you just don’t care any more. Star Trek is suddenly dead to you. Have you ever had that happen?”

“Not on that scale,” said Greg. “I mean, everyone has enthusiasms in their youth that fade over time. I was rather keen on He-Man and the Masters of the Universe once upon a time, but seeing them again as an adult sorta put the kibosh on that.”

“No, no, that’s not what I mean. I’m talking about a deeper, more profound sort of connection. Something that you make the basis of your whole sense of identity. A ‘Without this, what am I?’ kind of thing … the loss of which turns your whole psyche into a complete tabula rasa.”

Greg’s eyebrows raised. “Well, to be honest, no. Why, are you going through one of these crises yourself?”

Alex looked down at the newspaper on the table. “Well, yeah, I guess I am.”

“Can I have your Andorian, then? Those guys were the coolest!

-The Gneech

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