I don’t believe I’m stupid, far from it, however I do believe ignorant. There is so much that I don’t know about things that are so simple, or are in closest proximity, so what if I know where to find the procedure for something we do less than once a year, or the household remedies for sour throats. If I can’t make sense of my self, or my actions…
"The more I learn, the less I know.
Wisest is he that knows he does not know"
~ Socrates
Wisest is he that knows he does not know"
~ Socrates
I don’t value anything I own, I crave things that can never be owned, but often are given. I told this to a girl I work with and she looked at me like I was crazy… Especially when I said I lent out my possessions with nary a care of when/ if I get them back. With out a doubt I don’t do that with my most expensive possessions laptop, car, etc. Yet that stuff means so little to me. It’s like money, I’m one of the few people I know that means it when they say “It’s just money” Time one the other hand I’m far more miserly with, rarely given but often shared.
While never a social butterfly, I’ve become even more of a loner. I just don’t have the patience to deal with other people. I can’t relate to anyone anymore, which scares the crap out of me. I’m for progress, but reluctant towards change.
“I feel just like somebody else
Man, I ain't changed,
but I know I ain't the same“
~Jakob Dylan
Man, I ain't changed,
but I know I ain't the same“
~Jakob Dylan
So it is odd for me to acknowledge that I’m not the same man I was but six years ago, or even three years ago. While I have limitless theories as to the cause, nothing so substantial to put to words.