One-third of the population of the state of Maine lives inthe greater Portland area. The city of Portland, Maine itself has a population of just over 65,000 (which is approximately the population of Cerritos, California, the dinky suburb of LosAngeles where I grew up). Outside of the Portland metropolitan area, the rest of the state of Maine is mostly wilderness. I learned these bits of random trivia from an insanely-educated tour guide on a recent trip to the coastal city. If you’ve ever been to this town, then the first thing that probably struck you about it was that there’s a lot of bricks and bird shit. The second thing that you probably noticed was that the locals like to consume mass quantities of lobster and beer, which was precisely what brought me to visit. My prime directive for the trip was to seek out the best lobster in the United States, and I fulfilled this (via a lobster roll) approximately thirty-seven minutes after landing at Portland International Jetport. The subsequent four days were filled with lobster lunches, dinners, breath, and gas.
When not ingesting lobster, I usually found myself at one of the local bars. The Old Port of Portland is dotted with a plethora of microbreweries and pubs, frequented by college students (I still have no idea what colleges are nearby) and tourists sick of eating lobster. On my first night there I casually strolled into a pub called Gritty McDuff’s, casually sat down at the bar, casually ordered a stout, casually watched the Olympics on NBC, and casually acted like I wasn’t the only non-white person there. Somewhere in the middle of my third pint, Michael Phelps had won his 127th gold medal and I non-casually high-fived everyone within striking distance. I was more excited about this than logic would dictate. Phelps had simply just swam from one end of the pool to the other faster than seven other men, but the Olympics make us excited about things we don’t care about. (I mean, I could still walk along the side of the pool faster than he could swim.) Yeah, I don’t get it either.
Anyway, during my high-fiving spree I noticed that someone had sat down next to me. He must have been there for a while because he was already chowing down on a basket of chicken tenders. Not only was he the second non-white person in the bar, he also looked like he could have been the genetic bridge between P. Diddy and Steve Urkel. He introduced himself as Dave and we made small talk as two lonely tourists are wont to do. Our conversation was mostly boring until he got really animated about Star Trek (I believe a commercial with William Shatner came on the TV and lit a fire under him). He said he was in Portland to meet with some other Star Trek fans and they were going to Augusta for a gathering of Maine Trekkies. I know nothing about Star Trek so I didn’t know what to say, but I didn’t want the conversation to die (simply because he looked like he was having a sci-fi-gasm) so I remarked that I was more of a StarWars kind-of-guy. This prompted him to shout in my face, “Star Wars is full of shit!”within earshot of the bartender in front of us and the bachelorette party behind us.
For the next two minutes I received a tongue-lashing of how Star Trek was better than Star Wars, most notably how Klingon philosophy was greater than Jedi philosophy. The bartender was indifferent but the group of single girls seemed amused. I completely had no idea what Dave was talking about. I suppose he sensed this, so he ended his tirade by saying, “Well, you either get it or you don’t, I guess.” Now, I’m not one who has supposedly epiphanous moments, but this seemingly plain and simple statement struck me as profound. It was probably my fourth pint simply taking its toll on my brain synapses, but that non-important remark felt bigger than it was. I suspect that this pseudo-elation is similar to how Gotye must feel whenever he thinks he just wrote a hit song.
People say that you shouldn’t think in terms of “absolutes”. People who believe this unnecessarily live complicated lives. Life can be complicated, but it doesn’t have to be. The truth is that everything in the present is an absolute. You either get it or you don’t. You either like Star Trek or you don’t. You either like someone or you don’t. You either hate “Call Me Maybe” or you don’t. You either think Lady Gaga is a hermaphrodite, or you don’t. You’re either a socialist or you’re not. You’re either happy or you’re not. You’re either a good person or you’re not. Everything is one thing, or it’s not. If you think you’re in the middle on any issue, you’re just lying to yourself, because everyone is someone, or you’re not. Maybe Dave was right about Jedi philosophy being inferior to Klingon philosophy. Obi-Wan Kenobi once said that only the Sith think in “absolutes”. Obi-Wan Kenobi was full of shit.
You can either simplify your life or not. Everything else is either bricks or bird shit.