This is awesome

Apparently I totally misread him because I'm holding his number in my hand. We're eating lunch on wednesday (he was voting today and I had to pick up my mom from the airport and also our tuesday/thursday class schedules are lined up horribly.)

I couldn't walk to my car. I had to run. I was laughing the whole way, and got some interesting looks from passers-by. I guess I felt like by running faster, I could make time go faster and get to wednesday sooner. Of course, people familiar with relativity realize that moving faster actually slows the speed of time (the faster you go, the slower time goes, etc.) Maybe I can spin around counter-clockwise and speed up the spin of the Earth to get there. It is, of course, entirely possible that this whole thing is platonic in nature and I'm just getting my hopes up, but for once I want to get my hopes up.

Anyway, enough about that. Let's talk about something else.

Picked up my mom from the airport today. She went to a wedding over the weekend. We had a talk about stuff, mostly politics and religion. She's Christian and I'm ignostic but we pretty much agree on everything when it comes to politics and religion. I guess a lot of this has to do with the fact that she's a generally reasonable and rational person, and technically a theistic agnostic, since she recognizes that despite her faith, she cannot know for sure whether or not God exists. She used to be a die hard conservative in everything, but I guess I made her question and change her perspective on things as I was growing up. She's still pretty economically conservative, but when it comes to the hot-button issues concerning the economy, I tend to see merit in conservatism, as well.

It's interesting, but these conversations between myself and my mom basically only ever happen when we are in the car and I'm taking her to or from the airport. I guess it's because we're forced into close contact for that amount of time, and I generally avoid discussion with my parents. It's not like I dislike talking with her, but I guess we just run out of things to say eventually so I save it up for when there's nothing else to do.

My father.... I dislike talking with him. He allows himself to be blinded into believing the party line. Even if he completely agreed with me on everything, I wouldn't like it, since my position changes at times when I question it and find an inconsistency. It's always a good idea to occasionally question personal beliefs. If you don't do it, how do you know they are still true?

A little cognitive dissonance is the price you pay, but it's worth it for a functioning brain.