Not Necessarily Stoned, But Beautiful

How can I explain to someone outside of our infectious bubble what Parasites means to me?

How can I justify to people why I am constantly tabbing Plurk or checking it on my iPhone?

Who would understand that piling into a tiny living room with your classmates playing with rave toys for hours is more fun than a raging house party on a Saturday night?

When did the word PARASITES, which has gross and unhealthy undertones, become a term of endearment?

I can only venture to guess that being surrounded by intelligent, well-read, outgoing and like-minded people was a surprise to myself. I mean, in the dorms I met peers, but our general location on campus and choice to attend WWU was all we had in common. The Parasites though, they are a part of me (which is only fitting).

And now, there are "the new parasites," "parasites 2.0," and "parasites: revisited." This crop of new kids will be integrated into a strong plurk community and a less "experimental" Tony. They may form friendships with us, add to our partial-nudity picture project, or attend our parties.

But will they ever truly understand us? Will they feel what we have felt? Will they ever just be part of the parasites collective? Or always in their own category?

I don't know. I just don't know.