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Olahraga Otak


Satu dari banyak hal yang menyenangkan dalam hubungan persahabatan saya dengan teman-teman saya adalah saya orang yang cukup beruntung menemukan banyak orang smart dan mau berpikiran kritis, mau membahas sesuatu secara open minded, dan akhirnya brainstorming bersama, olahraga otak lah istilah nya, rasanya sangat menyenangkan ngobrol dengan teman seperti itu, teman yang memiliki sangaaat banyak informasi dan suka berdebat, kadang bahkan yang di debatin adalah hal ga penting sama skali, contoh yang paling signifikan, kita pernah bahas texture eeq, gila bayangin aja texture ee aja di bahas cuy~ dan panjang lebar sampai berjam-jam pula, sampai melenceng2 ke yang ilmiah2 macam mad scientist, ga logis dan ga penting banget, tp fun!

Punya banyak teman yg kritis dan banyak info membuat saya pribadi haus informasi, mungkin karena tidak mau kalah bersaing dan tidak mau ketinggalan, mereka melek banget dengan perubahan dunia, penemuan2 arkeologis, berubahan ekonomi dunia, politik, olahraga, militer, kedokteran bahkan perdukunan cuy! kyknya teman2 saya kerjaan nya cuma baca berita deh, ga kyk saya yang kerjaan nya rata-rata bacain artikel horor, kalo bengong mikirin hal-hal ga penting sama sekali, kalo pun buka yutub kaburnya ke channel2 horor, tapi karena pergaulan saya yang luar biasa brainstorming kalo ngak mau di sebut ngerusak otak, mau ga mau saya  mulai sering membaca, kalo ngak, bisa-bisa di anggap bego ato ga bisa join ke komuniti mereka, not bad sih sebenarnya, minimal kita jadi sering berpikir, sering mencari, sering bertanya, walau hal2 yang seringnya di tanya tuh ga penting sama sekali dengan kita, yah istilahnya apa gunanya sih rakyat kecil kyk kita yang tinggal di Indonesia bahas masalah kelaparan jauh di zimbawhe sana, kenapa ngak ngebahas otak-otak warung yang makin kecil aja gitu kan? tapi minimal kita jadi lebih melek lebih banyak hal dari pada orang-orang di luar sana yang tidak melakukan hal tersebut.

Terus bergaul dengan orang2 kyk mereka, kita ga akan habis ide bicara, bahan untuk di debatin banyak, banyak yang bisa kita bahas, kita pikirin bersama, kita sharing, arus informasi pun masuk dan keluar dengan luar biasa cepat, bahkan saking cepatnya kadang stengah jam kemudian kita udah lupa apa sih yang kita bahas awalnya, kok bisa nyasar sampai kesini, kita juga jadi tau banyak hal, melek akan banyak hal, bahkan mungkin jadi lebih paham akan sistem kerja dunia (kebetulan temen gua ada yg spiritualis banget cuy) tp bukan hal yang buruk, dia orangnya open minded bgt, ngak masalah kalo hal2 sensitif itu di singgung bahkan di perdebatkan, kalo dia bilang, namanya manusia ya harus cari tau, blind faith itu bahaya, tapi itu masalah lain lah, tidak perlu di bahas di sini, dan dengan artikel panjang begini, saya telah membuang waktu kalian yang berharga dengan membaca tulisan-tulisan yang berputar2 ga jelas ini padahal intinya saya cuma ingin menyampaikan bahwa saya bahagia punya teman yang bisa di ajak Olahraga Otak bareng, cuma itu sih!

Be Stupid and restless guys! bertanya terus, cari tau terus, jangan pernah berhenti! ini zamannya revolusi informasi, dimana orang yang memiliki informasi lebih yang akan jauh lebih di hargai!

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