LIFE: I am not a Borg. [1017.1998]

I love driving in my car with the windows rolled down and the radio blaring and singing along to the alternative-gone-pop and best hits of the 50's, 60's, and 70's stations. I love smiling at the girls who drive by and laugh at me singing in my car. I love sitting in the sunshine in a park writing a letter to a friend of mine while a band plays and two men throw a frisbee back and forth over my head. I love the smells and the foreign accents and the mix of people and the salad bar at the farmer's market. I love climbing huge rocks just for the sake of climbing them, and I love swimming and white water rafting and the feeling of a heavy wooden bat and the loud crack as it smashes into a flying baseball.

These are all good things.