The mystery stories
It's a fascinating process how the present becomes the past. I don't notice it in the same manner as I did when I was younger. Life is more of an open road now where the trouble isn't moving forward but deciding how to move forward.
Some things in a not so distant past knocked me off my feet. I suppose it's just a habit of mine to just get barely standing before it happens again. I am, in fact, my own worst enemy. If I was able to deal with my shortcomings better perhaps I wouldn't feel like such a shortcoming myself. Although I'd prefer to not be identified as such.
I want those moments of bliss to last longer, but what I want even more is to give in to them and put all other things aside. I've bloged about that before, somewhere I'm sure, how I'm always slightly distracted. Makes me feel like less of a person at times because I'm cheating the ones I love out of me.
There are however tricks on how to get my full attention and how to make my thoughts not flutter away making splatter patterns on the walls and hearts around me. And those who seem to have cracked that code are even more dear to me.
I must be getting stale. I have less patience with stupidity every week it seems, and also I don't hide my contempt as well anymore. Yes I did laugh when the question "What day is your twin sister born" (and no I wasn't the one being asked) It's not hard to find the answers to questions of facts. All you need to do is look it up. I don't believe in the saying "Better to ask and seem stupid than to not ask and remain stupid", at least not at such occations. I think your stupidity shows more in which questions you ask, not the fact that you ask. I ask questions too.
In fact, I like asking questions. But I'm more keen to understand the complexity of the question than the answer. I don't want things to be as easy as 1, 2, 3 although some are! Perhaps people with less agile minds ask the easy questions and are satisfied with those answers. I wish I was one of those.
So, how would the world look, and what would it do to our minds if all world maps had Antartica in the middle?
Some things in a not so distant past knocked me off my feet. I suppose it's just a habit of mine to just get barely standing before it happens again. I am, in fact, my own worst enemy. If I was able to deal with my shortcomings better perhaps I wouldn't feel like such a shortcoming myself. Although I'd prefer to not be identified as such.
I want those moments of bliss to last longer, but what I want even more is to give in to them and put all other things aside. I've bloged about that before, somewhere I'm sure, how I'm always slightly distracted. Makes me feel like less of a person at times because I'm cheating the ones I love out of me.
There are however tricks on how to get my full attention and how to make my thoughts not flutter away making splatter patterns on the walls and hearts around me. And those who seem to have cracked that code are even more dear to me.
I must be getting stale. I have less patience with stupidity every week it seems, and also I don't hide my contempt as well anymore. Yes I did laugh when the question "What day is your twin sister born" (and no I wasn't the one being asked) It's not hard to find the answers to questions of facts. All you need to do is look it up. I don't believe in the saying "Better to ask and seem stupid than to not ask and remain stupid", at least not at such occations. I think your stupidity shows more in which questions you ask, not the fact that you ask. I ask questions too.
In fact, I like asking questions. But I'm more keen to understand the complexity of the question than the answer. I don't want things to be as easy as 1, 2, 3 although some are! Perhaps people with less agile minds ask the easy questions and are satisfied with those answers. I wish I was one of those.
So, how would the world look, and what would it do to our minds if all world maps had Antartica in the middle?
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