You know what’s funny?

Recently I was reading an article about this new high-tech building downtown for one of the major tech companies, about how they have all this artsy-fartsy shit inside that’s supposed to be so neat and cool: Some board where you place a pin on where you’re from on a map, or some other “interactive” synthetic fart-installation type stuff.

You know what? None of that is half as fun as putting on a baseball mit and going outside on the dirt and playing a game of catch, with the fresh air and sunlight shining on you.

People spend all this money on this supposed-interactive fart crap when you can get a used baseball mit at a thrift store for $5 and find a dirt field to play in and have bliss.

I don’t get this. I don’t get all this stuff. I’m actually like “Why would I want to work around such shit?” Seriously, exactly the kind of people who are attracted to that art-fart crap are the ones I really don’t want to be around.

Give me a baseball glove and some dirt, fresh air, and sunlight and I’m done.

You know what? I don’t even need the baseball glove. Just the fresh air, dirt, and sunlight are enough.

I don’t want delusion with my deprivation. Prefer no deprivation at all.

As long as you’re a human being fresh air, dirt, and sunlight will always connect with you. And water… I’m not even going to get started with water…