Explosively Interesting!
My favorite kind of anything is anything that’s explosively interesting, whether it be art, or food, or movies, or books, or an activity, I’d better have a blast every time. If I have a bad experience twice in a row, it’s already a no go for me. However sometimes even if I have a bad experience over, and over again, I still keep trying after failing over and over. That’s because these things are important to me. Whether it be trying to understand my mom, my parents' generation and my culture, or understanding how my past has made me who I am today, or knowing what I want to do moving forward. These are things that matter to me. I don’t care if it takes a decade or two, heck, I don’t care if I spend my entire life trying, that’d still be better than giving up. I hate giving up, I’m not ready to give up. Isn’t living all about not giving up?
I like things that are explosively interesting. I know a lot of people who don’t enjoy interesting, they enjoy consistency and predictability. I know there are also people who don’t want anything to do with anything that’s remotely related to the word “explosive”, but I like explosions, and I like to play with fire. Like quite literally.
When I was maybe seven or eight years old I used to always want to volunteer to burn haystacks under this gigantic wok on top of an open fire pizza oven like situation, with just the oven, no trays. I’m not sure if this is making sense, but the point is, they needed me to burn hay for fire to cook. So I did that all the time. I like burning stuff. I continued to like burning stuff after that summer at my grandma’s in the countryside. Whenever I got a chance, I’d burn a newspaper book or two in the hallway, the floor was made of some sort of marble tile, it wouldn’t catch on fire. Or I would stick the burning end of newspaper out of the window, and let the ash fall over the clothes that our downstairs neighbors were trying to dry. They’be confused, what’s happened? For a while, they complained to my mom, and I said I knew nothing about it, until I triggered the fire alarm one day, I still didn’t get caught. After that, l learned to not trigger the fire alarm. I’m gonna do what I want to do. You can’t stop me, ha.
ChatGPT 翻译：
我最喜欢的任何东西，都是那种“爆炸式有趣”的，无论是艺术、食物、电影、书，还是一项活动，我每次都最好玩得尽兴。如果我连续两次有糟糕的体验，那这事我就不会再碰了。不过有时候，即使我一次又一次地体验糟糕，我还是会在失败中不断尝试。那是因为这些事情对我来说很重要。无论是试图理解我妈妈、我父母那一代人和我的文化，还是试图理解我的过去是如何塑造了今天的我，或是搞清楚未来我到底想做什么——这些都是对我来说重要的事。我不在乎这过程要花十年还是二十年，甚至我花一辈子都在试也无所谓，那总比放弃要好。我讨厌放弃，我也还没准备好放弃。人生不就是不放弃的过程吗？
我喜欢那些“爆炸式有趣”的东西。我知道有很多人不喜欢“有趣”，他们喜欢的是一致性和可预测性。我也知道有些人根本不想和“爆炸”这个词沾边。但我喜欢爆炸，我也喜欢玩火。是真的玩火。
我大概七八岁的时候，总是抢着要帮忙烧稻草，用来点燃那种露天大铁锅下的火，有点像一个没有烤盘的大披萨烤炉。我不确定这样形容是否清楚，但总之重点是，他们需要我去烧稻草生火做饭。所以我经常做这事。我喜欢烧东西。从那个暑假在外婆的乡下过后，我就一直喜欢烧东西。只要有机会，我就会在走廊里烧几本报纸，那地板是某种大理石瓷砖，不会被点着。或者我会把点燃的报纸一角从窗户伸出去，让灰烬飘落在楼下邻居晾的衣服上。他们很困惑，发生什么事了？有一阵子，他们去跟我妈抱怨，我就说我什么都不知道，直到有一天我触发了火警警报……我还是没被抓住。从那之后，我学会了怎么避免触发警报。我想干嘛就干嘛。你拦不住我，哈哈。