Woke up early this morning and got on with packing my stuff up to check out of the hostel for the weekend.
Cost me eight fucking quid (4 bags, 1 pound per day, 8 pounds) to store my shit in the hostel storage for two days. I can afford that, thank fuck, but it was a total rip off all the same.
Got some food and caffeine, then came into the library where I am now to do college work until 5pm.
After Im going to Waterstones, a book store, to read for a few hours and then go find somewhere in the park to kip until morning. More reading tomorrow and then more sleep.
Monday morning check back into the hostel (assuming my benefit money is there), clean up and then head off to college to do more work.
Monday through Friday do the same stuff, and then take the lecture and exam on Saturday.
Take Sunday off and then back to work on Monday. Just get through the work ASAP.
So long as I don't spend more than 30 a week on food, book acom two weeks in advance, do some job searching to qualify for my benefits, and get my college work done it should be smooth sailing until the end of the course in two months.
Hopefully that's how it works out anyway because there are risks that everything might go tits up. Small risks, but problematic ones if they happen.
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Spent last night chatting to the American student again. Shouldn't have for two reasons though.
Firstly it was a waste of time I should've spent doing college work.
And secondly its caused something of a feedback loop between my lower and higher brain. The former is howling to bed her and the latter is at odds with her world view.
I covered this on Twitter already and I hate writing the same thing twice, but essentially it comes down to my inhuman personality when I am biologically a human being.
She explained what she finds valuable in existence and I explained how I don't understand the value in these things.
She liked the Coliseum in Rome for example for it's history and age.
I find it to be a pile of rock that serves no functional purpose.
She and her friends went to a club that night which involves drinking, dancing and socialisation.
I on the other hand abhor drinking for it damages the mind, consider dancing to be frivolous (dexterity and agility through gymnastics is anything but frivolous, but gyrating to music is not survivalist in functionality), and believe that social interaction is best done in a documented form for efficient information exchange.
I understand that these things she enjoys have their uses, but there are far more efficient ways to go about achieving those goals.
There is much to be learned from history, but documentation is better than visiting a pile of mouldering rock for example.
...A chap on Twitter is trying to fathom my world view and seems to have missed an essential point of mine which runs along the lines of the difference between the rational and irrational.
I don't see the value in these social systems the American lady does because said social systems are based on irrational emotive human needs.
My world view is based on logical thought and not emotion, so I fail to see the value of social bonding rituals, such as is the function of clubs and bars.
To be frank, I know what I mean and I know what I like and how the world should work. It's trying to explain the difference in my world view to normal people that gives me trouble.
The issue is when I try to interact with humans because its like members of two different species trying to come to an accord.
They get angry or leave because I haven't acted how they need me to, whilst I stand there confused because they're joyous over something which I either see as an inefficiency or just information which is neither good nor bad.
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I suppose the conclusion of this little episode, asides from lingering considerations of how to adequately explain my world view to an outsider and if I should perhaps reconsider some of it, is that I still want what I wanted last night.
I want my ascetically clean office with powerful computers, high doses of caffeine, and time to process information with the occasional bout of exercise.
Humanity be damned as I have always damned it, I can live without a mate even if my humanity keeps demanding it.
The lady goes home on Sunday, I return to the hostel Monday, and I dropped her my email on paper on her bed. She probably won't use and I hope she doesn't. I don't want or need this bother.
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Getting on with my college work.
The library is closed tomorrow so I won't be posting, but I will on Monday either from my phone or using the college's PCs depending on how things land.
I'm dealing with things as they come, apart from where minor foresight is required to make them go more smoothly, like booking the hostel two weeks in advance.
At the moment I have college work to do. Tomorrow I have reading to do. And Monday I have Monday's problems, one way or the other.
Good afternoon.
