Hey, chums! Matthew's the name.
I'm a young man searching for truth among all the marketing, the jargon, and the feel-good worldviews. I love reading, drawing, voice acting, creative people, movies, cartoons, anime, webcomics, breaking into song, deep conversations, cheese, thrift, honesty, humble humor, humorous humility, variety, and those little "aha!" moments that you get once in a blue moon.
I've also got a YouTube channel I update from time to time with your standard video game content and the occasional art vid.
I had an interesting experience this Saturday evening. Actually, interesting isn't really enough to describe it, but let's just assume that I'm making an understatement. I was meeting with a friend of mine, whom I haven't seen since the quarter began, and we were walking around campus, trying to decide what to eat. As we began heading to Ed's Pizza (which we finally settled on) we were approached by a homeless man asking for handouts. We both said no, but when the guy asked if we could at least buy him a sandwich, we looked at one another and told the man to follow us. Neither my friend nor I planned or really wanted it, but we somehow ended up sitting down and eating with the man. He was loud, somewhat drunk, and had a profane/ordinary language ratio of 1 to 5.
Part of me wanted to apologize to the people at Ed's, but you know what? I'm not sorry we sat down with him. We talked about the stars, black holes, cultural gaps, and the beauty of the universe. Sure, he was rough, and we lived in completely different worlds, but when we decided to acknowledge this guy's human dignity, we saw a man full of curiosity and wonder, coping with an unfair world, who apparently hadn't had an intellectual conversation in a long time. It was awkward. We eventually had to ask the guy (nicely) to leave after our talk dragged on for a while, since my friend and I still intended to catch up with one another. He got us thinking though, and it sparked a lot of deep conversation.
Don't get me wrong. I didn't really intend on talking with a boisterous drunk black hobo, and it wasn't exactly on my friend's list of priorities either, but somehow, between the two of us, God managed to walk us right into that situation. I'm glad He did.
What do you value? In America, even the lower middle class is practically swimming in money. Change is cheap, but what do people hold on to with more frugality than a middle aged soccer mom? Time, or rather, control over their own time. What about human life? Is human worth rooted in some form of physical output, or is there a certain je ne sais quoi about every individual that points to something greater than we can really measure? Art and creative expression are wonderful things, but they are nothing compared to the beauty we overlook every day.