Dinner with 8 Bloggers

Having dinner with 8 very opinionated people on one table is not my idea of a fun. Having dinner with 8 bloggers is my form of personal hell. All my life I have sheltered myself from having too many intellectually stimulating conversations simultaneously. With my limited capacity, I am only able to handle one at a time. That night, there where multiple tracks of conversations happening at each corner of the table. Felt like I was having information crammed down in my head ala “Matrix Style”.

Jokes aside, I find it very refreshing. In my working environment everybody is always trying to be politically correct. Conversations have been so watered down to not include sex or anything offending. So much so, nobody has an opinion anymore, for the fear that we might offend somebody. If this is the direction society is heading to, please shoot me now. I hate it when somebody tries to be witty by making sexual references and yet try to be politically correct. I hate it even more when everybody laughs except me. Maybe I am jaded from to many dirty jokes late night session, but come on man, slap me with some raunchy stuff.

That is why I think these blogger dudes are OK. Got to condition myself to be more resilient by way of constant exposure. In a meantime, give me my South Park DVD cause I am still suffering from an information hangover.