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I can still remember sitting on a flight and noticing that all these people on the plane had these little booklets they were very concentrated on. I asked my boyfriend if he knew what it was they were all raving about and he told me it was this "new" game called sudoku. I thought, well it must be good, because people seem so excited about it. This was the first time I realized it was this popular new thing. Then I decided to find out what it was exactly. When I saw what it was, I couldn't believe that was it. People are raving about a simple logic game with little squares and numbers? Huh? I was completely baffled.
It's a bit like my reaction after reading the first Harry Potter book - " Huh? I've read something so similar to this before it could almost be called plagiarism and the writing is pretty average, if not below average." I never read another.
To this day I think I have only tried to play it maybe 10 times. It bores me and it doesn't feel challenging, because though the difficulty may increase, it's always the same thing in the end. BIIIIIG YAWN. Recently though I have found myself missing maths. A lot of people I know don't like maths much so when I tell them I miss knowing how to do certain things that used to be easy, people look at me funny. But sudoku is definitely not enough to get me excited - at all.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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