The ArsonistI am Dilpreet.
I write things. I made robots once a year, for four years of high school, which immeasurably changed my life.
Lead Design and Build for Team 1259, Paradigm Shift, 2013.
And I wouldn't have had it any other way.
people are far too inanely complex. We seek complexity in our personas for the sake of mystery.
just ‘cause, and I found videos of my parrot on there.
I can’t stand ignorance, I can’t overlook it, I can’t not say something when I see it and when it’s about my home it’s borderline offensive
and often, I wonder if I’m doing too much.
I do this often. I expect highly, and when I don’t get that, I start radically swinging between “do I expect too much?” or “this is how much I should expect”.
I don’t like feeling that I’d do more for something than it would do for me, even if it’s just small things.
do not fully trust anyone you haven’t known for a period of time in which you truly understand who they are.
It’s a wonderfully horrible facet of mine. All my sources of entertainment come from some sort of intellectual or otherwise worthwhile(covering my bases, mind you) processes.
I prefer Battlefield over Call of Duty, for example, because Call of Duty is mindless. There’s much more strategy and meta-game present in Battlefield than there’ll ever be in Call of Duty the way it’s been for the last 6-8 years.
Music. I can’t listen to music that has the same recycled, banal lyricism of the stereotypical love song, breakup song, enraged song, whatever-gets-you-off song. I enjoy music that is so radically different from anything else, so radically inapplicable to a generalization of the human population because it is meaningful.
There is little relevant meaning to a song that discusses not being able to sleep because of one’s intense love—or one’s intense pain caused by love. More often than not it serves as a sweeping generalization, solely created to appeal to a specific market, a market that will fanatically throw both itself and its money at the producer, like birds to a window.
Technology. I don’t like the Apple line of products because they are oversimplifications, falsely limited to create a demand for higher products. We have a new iPhone so often they all blend together. Mac computers are so ridiculously overpriced—I could build two computers superior to any Mac desktop or laptop within the price range of said Mac desktop or laptop. PC’s give near full creative control. I can bend my technology to my very whim. It is mine—not Apple’s, not Microsoft’s. No company directly controls what I can and can’t do.
It’s a wonderfully horrible facet of mine.
'never return, I don't care!'
he heard, although it wasn’t spoken.
the door angrily disconnects him from the innards of the building.
he stares for a moment at the light under the door. it too, shuts off and he is engulfed
he turns and is greeted,
says the darkness,
he meekly responds,
'are you ready'
'i don't think so'
he whispers, shakily,
'it'll have to do'
the boy is gone, and soon thereafter, the voice is, too. someone opens the door and asks to the darkness
'where did you go? I didn't mean for you to leave'
there is no response.
does it trouble your mind the way
I want to scream. No, not scream. Yell. Shout. Eject fire from my lungs at the sky.
I struggle to find meaning in people. Honestly, the thoughts that go through my mind make me feel like a computer. I went to dinner today, a birthday dinner, with a lot of people and honestly, I didn’t give a fuck about any of them. I went for the food.
Humans are tolerable, but they’re mostly just that…I’ve been increasingly angry and not quite tolerable of all these people lately. My patience is wearing thin, and when I snap, I snap violently, like a broken bone that pierces skin.
What a bunch of mindless fucks.
because I’ve just come to the realization that I do not, in fact, like my roommate.