views from the outside

I've never understood nascar fans. I believe that comes from the direct issue of my not understanding nascar itself. I have no doubt that what they do is very specialized and requires a talent of sorts. I just don't find it interesting. And because of that, I don't understand the people that watch it. This came across my thoughts while having dinner with Stacey's family. I mentioned that the new violent killing game that Matt and I are looking forward to would soon be coming out and the next thing I know half of dinner had past. And I felt bad that we had spent so much time talking about something that meant so very little to Jeff and especially Kendra. And I began to think about all the things I get enthusiastic about, and how much of a direct role I play in them. I love Bears football, the UFC, the Stargate series. However I don't want to be crushed by angry men, I don't want to be punched by angry men, and the number of planets I've been to still remains about average. As Stacey can attest, the sheer amount of time I've spent fixated on these things is quite disappointing. They don't hand out gold medals or doctorates for knowing the number of minutes and wormhole can stay open. How much energy instead could be directed at activities and things I am directly apart of? And what would the effect be in doing so? I aim to find out.