Nerd Pyschology 2:0
I don’t have a cave exactly - I’m too transient, but I kindof create one with headphones… headphones are absolutely vital, and the purpose of them… like 80% of the purpose, is to shut out irrelevant information - which tends to be the people around me… which is a terrible thing to say, and I apologise etc - but alas it’s true. At any given time I’ll be multi-tasking about 8 things at the same time - a number of them being raw information feeds. People randomly adding to the mix makes me feel insane. I’m already dangerously over-clocked.
Douglas Coupland describes this very well in JPOD… which is a book I read once - about nerds. He describes how nerds don’t really like being hugged - they don’t experience it as a sensory thing so much as a type of information overload… because they’re all slightly autistic. They’re not terribly keen on being touched at all - hugging them is like yelling into their ears with a loud-haler.
I didn’t used to be like this. I used to live in a squat… and at one point I was living in a transit van. I used to get drunk every single night. My accupuncturist (who lasted all of one session… wtf? No one told me they were going to stick pins in me!) told me that I’ve got a constitution similar to Lemmy’s when it comes to drugs and alchol - and I have. I know, I’ve tried it.
Things used to be different. For a while there I was the regular client of an unbelievably beautiful silver-blonde high-class call-girl from Finland. My finest hour… the pinnacle of my achievements was out under a glittering Australian night on (the balcony of) the Balcony-Suite of the Hyde-Park Hilton in Sydney… completely pissed out of my head, wearing only boxer shorts, listening to christ-knows-what on my laptop via headphones (singing I should expect) throwing ice-cubes at the cars 20 stories below while a $1000 an hour hooker who I couldn’t quite get around to shagging (too busy) lay watching Pirates of the Carribean on TV in the room behind me.
She was a very sexy chick - she was wearing these jeans with slits in them like sharks gills - and before I went outside to throw icecubes at the cars, I spent a happy couple of minutes chasing her about trying to draw on her legs through the slits with a biro.
I was happy then, and now I’m a nerd. What the fuck happened?
I don’t understand it.
