I had an intellectual conversation about life and cultural identity crisis with a friend yesterday. I suddenly realized how deep I could get. It’s an amazing discovery. I was like, wow, sometimes words and comments about serious stuff like that could just pop out of my mouth as if it is part of me. It feels surreal.

Then I remembered a conversation with one of my roommates that time. Her conclusion was that I was weirdly normal, meaning, normal in a weird basis. That was pretty deep, I thought. I still cannot quite comprehend that. I don’t think I am normally weird, meaning, weird in a normal basis. But at least I can interpret that description. Normal in a weird basis… I am still thinking about this description of me… Something not grammatically correct, it seems…

I start to think I am really stupid. But only smart people can realize that, and admit that. So in that sense I am smart?

I am no expert of philosophy. But this starts to haunt me.