Today I went to the Physics colloquium, and I hung out with a room full of cool mostly guys or geniuses (well that includes the women too) take your pick. I got to see my favourite physicist.
I got talked to by a couple of physicists, well more than a couple if you count the undergrad people, and that just sort of made my day.
I think I am partly in an incredible amount of disbelief that there are such nice people in Physics. My first Physics teacher in high school was after all not very nice, she got very angry at me once for not using the heat equation but just organizing the numbers in a way that made sense, or the other Physics teacher who was trying to read the textbook to me. I found Physics interesting for no reason that I can logically explain, apart from saying that it gives me a feeling of union with the universe. I don't mean that in a poetic or romantic sense. I mean that I feel an empathy with other matter. Light, heat hits "us" all the same way. I feel an empathy for falling objects, spinning objects, it seems like something that would happen to me too, the mirror neurons in my brain fire. Maybe I missed that stage of development in childhood when you learn to disidentify with inanimate objects and learn that throwing a brick doesn't actually hurt it. My brain is after all quite strange.
But really I can't believe that there are so many people with similar personalities to me, who also like this subject that I like. It seems like such a coincidence. I feel exceptionally lucky the the people who are experts in this subject I like actually are nice too. The fact that they seem to feel deeply and think like me in a lot of ways is another slightly mindblowing bonus. Maybe... I'll put this on the list of best things in life that I never prayed for.
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