When I was younger, I used to think all midgets were born on leap day.
Really, it's true. I tried to figure out why some people were smaller, but still older. My conclusion was that because they only had one birthday every four years, they only grew a little bit. But because they were experiencing life, they were still intellectually growing at a normal rate.
Years later I discoverd I was wrong. If nothing else it shows that critical thinking has always been a part of me.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Soaking in Life
Now, I know what you're thinking. You think I'm talking about soaking your body in a huge bowl of Life cereal.
Okay, that's just what you'd be thinking if you were me.
I, at the present moment, am sitting at my dining room table. I should be in class, but I figured that I could actually get some work done if I skipped it. That, and I'd rather write blogs in my apartment than in class, where I usually write blogs.
In honor of the Oscars, Grammys, and all the other award shows I missed, I'm treating myself. I have in front of me a jar of olives and a pack of sliced mild cheddar cheese. Maybe I'll put a tie on just for the heck of it. But maybe I won't.
Last night I almost cried. For several reasons all at once, but mostly because it started snowing. AGAIN. It just won't stop. I worked until 2 a.m. and had to hope Katie would make it home okay. (She did just fine, although I can tell by her whining that she can't wait for Spring.)
As I was leaving worked I looked around and remembered something: Snow is most beautiful at night. It was super sticky, and incredibly undisturbed as there was no wind to knock it around.
So, instead of going to bed, I went out and took pictures. Why? Because sometimes these are the things that you just have to soak in. Not cry about.
Here's a picture of Narnia.
Even with the hotel in the back, it's gorgeous.
This was an untouched region of pregnant snow. Pregnant? Yes, pregnant.
It gave birth to septuplets.
Okay, that's just what you'd be thinking if you were me.
I, at the present moment, am sitting at my dining room table. I should be in class, but I figured that I could actually get some work done if I skipped it. That, and I'd rather write blogs in my apartment than in class, where I usually write blogs.
In honor of the Oscars, Grammys, and all the other award shows I missed, I'm treating myself. I have in front of me a jar of olives and a pack of sliced mild cheddar cheese. Maybe I'll put a tie on just for the heck of it. But maybe I won't.
Last night I almost cried. For several reasons all at once, but mostly because it started snowing. AGAIN. It just won't stop. I worked until 2 a.m. and had to hope Katie would make it home okay. (She did just fine, although I can tell by her whining that she can't wait for Spring.)
As I was leaving worked I looked around and remembered something: Snow is most beautiful at night. It was super sticky, and incredibly undisturbed as there was no wind to knock it around.
So, instead of going to bed, I went out and took pictures. Why? Because sometimes these are the things that you just have to soak in. Not cry about.
Here's a picture of Narnia.
Even with the hotel in the back, it's gorgeous.
This was an untouched region of pregnant snow. Pregnant? Yes, pregnant.
It gave birth to septuplets.Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Risk-Relativity
Continuing with the relationship theme, here's a little quick note on risk-relativity.
Shoplifters have three points of hightened anxiety:
1. Entering the store
2. Concealing the product
3. Leaving the store
Similarly, I submit that there are three points of heightened anxiety when a person is trying to speak to an attractive person of the opposite sex:
1. First eye contact
2. Initiating conversation
3. Asking for contact information
The heightened anxiety seems unavoidable, and along with it come any combination of raised blood pressure, flush skin, profuse perspiration, shaking hands, passing gas and nervous, short piddles.
What can one do to calm down? I propose we look at the effect of risk-relativity. The reason a person suffers these symptoms is one cause: an acknowledgment of risk. The risk could be risking being rejected, risking looking stupid, risking spilling something on a stranger, etc. Most often, the risk is nothing more than losing a chance with the "mark."
We, then, may do well to acknowledge risk-relativity. We suffer symptoms in direct relation to the degree of risk we recognize. So, what can one do? I suggest that one can decrease one's anxiety level by decreasing the supposed risk involved.
How?
1. Be calm.
You're just going to talk to a person. People are allowed to have conversation. Really, you don't even know if your mark is worth continuing a conversation with. You think you're risking missing out on your next long-term relationship. Instead, take a deep breath and realize life happens a little bit at a time.
2. Be confident.
Sure, you might not be right for that person. In truth, they might not be right for you, either. Be confident that you are a unique combination of personality, looks, etc. that is looking for a complementary combination. Instead of risking you not being good enough, let go of the pressure to be anything but yourself. This takes the pressure off of you to "be the right one."
3. Have fun.
Make it a game. You're not out to set the rest of your life. You're out to have a good time, and so is everyone else. The risk here is that you won't be fun. People who are clearly comfortable are the most fun. So, calm down, be yourself, and have a good time. You'll be more fun to talk to if you're not concerned with impressing someone anyhow.
Shoplifters have three points of hightened anxiety:
1. Entering the store
2. Concealing the product
3. Leaving the store
Similarly, I submit that there are three points of heightened anxiety when a person is trying to speak to an attractive person of the opposite sex:
1. First eye contact
2. Initiating conversation
3. Asking for contact information
The heightened anxiety seems unavoidable, and along with it come any combination of raised blood pressure, flush skin, profuse perspiration, shaking hands, passing gas and nervous, short piddles.
What can one do to calm down? I propose we look at the effect of risk-relativity. The reason a person suffers these symptoms is one cause: an acknowledgment of risk. The risk could be risking being rejected, risking looking stupid, risking spilling something on a stranger, etc. Most often, the risk is nothing more than losing a chance with the "mark."
We, then, may do well to acknowledge risk-relativity. We suffer symptoms in direct relation to the degree of risk we recognize. So, what can one do? I suggest that one can decrease one's anxiety level by decreasing the supposed risk involved.
How?
1. Be calm.
You're just going to talk to a person. People are allowed to have conversation. Really, you don't even know if your mark is worth continuing a conversation with. You think you're risking missing out on your next long-term relationship. Instead, take a deep breath and realize life happens a little bit at a time.
2. Be confident.
Sure, you might not be right for that person. In truth, they might not be right for you, either. Be confident that you are a unique combination of personality, looks, etc. that is looking for a complementary combination. Instead of risking you not being good enough, let go of the pressure to be anything but yourself. This takes the pressure off of you to "be the right one."
3. Have fun.
Make it a game. You're not out to set the rest of your life. You're out to have a good time, and so is everyone else. The risk here is that you won't be fun. People who are clearly comfortable are the most fun. So, calm down, be yourself, and have a good time. You'll be more fun to talk to if you're not concerned with impressing someone anyhow.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
How To Find a Last Minute Valentine
So, it's Valentine's Day (henceforth abbreciated DV, because VD is just awkward), and if you're reading this blog and you want a valentine, you're in luck! Today I am divulging privileged information on how to get a valentine, useful for guys and girls!
How To Find a Last Minute Valentine (For Guys)
1. Spot the Target
Sorry, "target" is a little demeaning. The "mark" is a lot better.
So, how does one spot the mark? As you'll read, most single girls aren't out on DV, but if they are, they're the ones who look (a) dejected, (b) pissed at the world, (c) pissed at you, or (d) really irritating. There are also smiley girls out there, but they're too easy to confuse with the already spoken-for girls. Stick with the pissy looking ones.
2. Location, location, location
Most girls won't be seen in public if they're not being taken out somewhere on DV. So, how do you find them? Knock on their doors! This works best if you know the young lady you're trying to swoon, live on a college campus, or work at a hospital or nursing home. Also, try a bookstore. Barnes & Noble typically has the younger, single crowd, as opposed to Borders. And never forget that the employees and cafe folk are often dateable as well.
3. Chocolate
Leave a trail of chocolate starting from anywhere to your front door. They'll show up. They always show up.
4. Ask a Friend
No, don't ask a friend to be your valentine, ask a friend for their friend to be your valentine. I mean, if a friend is really a good one they have to know someone who could be your date. And if your friend owes you a favor, make him give over his valentine to you. It's fair, and most guys would be okay with that.
5. Be Prepared to Pay
If you're going to take a girl out on the otherwise most depressing day of the year, don't make her pay. That's like making a guy clean his crotch after he's emasculated. It doesn't make anyone feel good.
6. Have a Smooth Line
"I'm lonely. Wanna go out?" is not a good line. Try something a little more flattering:
"You're hot. Can I show you off to my friends?"
"I can't believe you're single! I mean, I don't see anything massively wrong with you. I'll take you out, I guess."
"I'd love to have you join me for dinner. Just don't expect me to call you tomorrow."
7. Have Something to Offer
Most girls expect a guy that they would like to hang out with to be a great conversationalist. So, since most guys aren't, this is your chance to shine. Take some heavy medication before you go out, and while you're trying to not pass out, she'll think you're just staying quiet, listening and nodding attentively. If she asks any questions, turn it back into a question, and she'll keep talking, most likely. (If you're heavily medicated, you may want to have her pay for a cab.)
8. Flowers
They're the ultimate gateway drug into having a girl be your valentine.
How to Find a Last Minute Valentine (For Girls)
1. The Face
Look pissed off. That way the single guys can spot you.
2. Signals
Sit in a coffee shop or a bookstore. Send signals that say, "Come on over and chat." The best way to do that is to embroider it into a sweater. That way it's clear, and he'll know you're domestic (which is very important for any male.) Also, if you have the sweater, you can look pissed off and let the guys know you're interested.
4. Be Non-Commital
Mention to any guy you want to take you out that it'd be nice to have a date on DV, and you're really, really, really, really, really not looking for any sort of relationship. That way he knows that it's safe. The biggest obstacle to dating for guys: commitment. And lack of women.
5. Chocolate
If you see a random trail of chocolate, follow it. At least for a while. But don't eat the chocolate.
That's gross.
6. Dress Cute
The cutest outift ever is anything that has a guy's favorite band, bar or booze on it. Just go be a walking advertisement for everything.
Or wear meat.
7. Drop Subtle Hints
"Why didn't you ask me to be your valentine?" is not subtle. Subtle is something like:
"How would you like ..."
Actually, never mind. Guys don't understand subtlety. Use meat.
8. Perfume
Use meat.
9. Meat
Did I mention the importance of meat?
How To Find a Last Minute Valentine (For Guys)
1. Spot the Target
Sorry, "target" is a little demeaning. The "mark" is a lot better.
So, how does one spot the mark? As you'll read, most single girls aren't out on DV, but if they are, they're the ones who look (a) dejected, (b) pissed at the world, (c) pissed at you, or (d) really irritating. There are also smiley girls out there, but they're too easy to confuse with the already spoken-for girls. Stick with the pissy looking ones.
2. Location, location, location
Most girls won't be seen in public if they're not being taken out somewhere on DV. So, how do you find them? Knock on their doors! This works best if you know the young lady you're trying to swoon, live on a college campus, or work at a hospital or nursing home. Also, try a bookstore. Barnes & Noble typically has the younger, single crowd, as opposed to Borders. And never forget that the employees and cafe folk are often dateable as well.
3. Chocolate
Leave a trail of chocolate starting from anywhere to your front door. They'll show up. They always show up.
4. Ask a Friend
No, don't ask a friend to be your valentine, ask a friend for their friend to be your valentine. I mean, if a friend is really a good one they have to know someone who could be your date. And if your friend owes you a favor, make him give over his valentine to you. It's fair, and most guys would be okay with that.
5. Be Prepared to Pay
If you're going to take a girl out on the otherwise most depressing day of the year, don't make her pay. That's like making a guy clean his crotch after he's emasculated. It doesn't make anyone feel good.
6. Have a Smooth Line
"I'm lonely. Wanna go out?" is not a good line. Try something a little more flattering:
"You're hot. Can I show you off to my friends?"
"I can't believe you're single! I mean, I don't see anything massively wrong with you. I'll take you out, I guess."
"I'd love to have you join me for dinner. Just don't expect me to call you tomorrow."
7. Have Something to Offer
Most girls expect a guy that they would like to hang out with to be a great conversationalist. So, since most guys aren't, this is your chance to shine. Take some heavy medication before you go out, and while you're trying to not pass out, she'll think you're just staying quiet, listening and nodding attentively. If she asks any questions, turn it back into a question, and she'll keep talking, most likely. (If you're heavily medicated, you may want to have her pay for a cab.)
8. Flowers
They're the ultimate gateway drug into having a girl be your valentine.
How to Find a Last Minute Valentine (For Girls)
1. The Face
Look pissed off. That way the single guys can spot you.
2. Signals
Sit in a coffee shop or a bookstore. Send signals that say, "Come on over and chat." The best way to do that is to embroider it into a sweater. That way it's clear, and he'll know you're domestic (which is very important for any male.) Also, if you have the sweater, you can look pissed off and let the guys know you're interested.
3. Meat
If you're the proactive type, just say something about how you love meat to any single guy. He'll automatically say, "Do you want to go get some meat with me?"
Or, if you're really adventurous, put steaks on meat hooks and lure guys in. This works best if you're looking for an actual relationship, because most guys have to be suckered into that sort of thing.
4. Be Non-Commital
Mention to any guy you want to take you out that it'd be nice to have a date on DV, and you're really, really, really, really, really not looking for any sort of relationship. That way he knows that it's safe. The biggest obstacle to dating for guys: commitment. And lack of women.
5. Chocolate
If you see a random trail of chocolate, follow it. At least for a while. But don't eat the chocolate.
That's gross.
6. Dress Cute
The cutest outift ever is anything that has a guy's favorite band, bar or booze on it. Just go be a walking advertisement for everything.
Or wear meat.
7. Drop Subtle Hints
"Why didn't you ask me to be your valentine?" is not subtle. Subtle is something like:
"How would you like ..."
Actually, never mind. Guys don't understand subtlety. Use meat.
8. Perfume
Use meat.
9. Meat
Did I mention the importance of meat?
Unplugged - Day (night) 1, sort of?
I was pre-participating in the Unplugged challenge last night. Thankfully, I didn't have lofty aspirations to do something super creative and meaningful.
At 8 o'clock I turned off the screens, put my phone in my room and thought, how can I be productive? I decided, since I got up late for work that morning, that 8 in the evening was a perfectly good time to bathe. So, I did that. Then, I had no idea what to do. I've been coming off illness, so I was quite tired. But I read for class for about 30 minutes. Then, I fell asleep on the couch for 30 minutes or so.
At about 9:40 I was ready to jump out the window because my mind was in no mood to do anaything, but I wanted so badly to do something. So, I did something I haven't done in far too long: I picked up my newly strung acoustic and played through my old songs for almost 2 hours. Yeah, that's right. I played pretty much every song from my first album, and surprisingly remembered all the lyrics, and then some from the new CD, some newly recorded, some unrecorded... it was grand.
Then my roommate came home. We chatted for 5-10 minutes and then he went to sleep. I thought that sounded like a good idea, so I also went to sleep. I had some random dream about snowstorms and minivans and Iowa, which was somehow on the east side of Illinois. Then I woke up, and thought, "It's Valentine's Day!" which to me is about as significant as saying, "It's Labor Day!" or "It's Boxing Day!" Except, I usually have to work on those latter two holidays, and today I'm off.
This next thought requires a different post. (which sadly enough will end up above this one. weird.)
At 8 o'clock I turned off the screens, put my phone in my room and thought, how can I be productive? I decided, since I got up late for work that morning, that 8 in the evening was a perfectly good time to bathe. So, I did that. Then, I had no idea what to do. I've been coming off illness, so I was quite tired. But I read for class for about 30 minutes. Then, I fell asleep on the couch for 30 minutes or so.
At about 9:40 I was ready to jump out the window because my mind was in no mood to do anaything, but I wanted so badly to do something. So, I did something I haven't done in far too long: I picked up my newly strung acoustic and played through my old songs for almost 2 hours. Yeah, that's right. I played pretty much every song from my first album, and surprisingly remembered all the lyrics, and then some from the new CD, some newly recorded, some unrecorded... it was grand.
Then my roommate came home. We chatted for 5-10 minutes and then he went to sleep. I thought that sounded like a good idea, so I also went to sleep. I had some random dream about snowstorms and minivans and Iowa, which was somehow on the east side of Illinois. Then I woke up, and thought, "It's Valentine's Day!" which to me is about as significant as saying, "It's Labor Day!" or "It's Boxing Day!" Except, I usually have to work on those latter two holidays, and today I'm off.
This next thought requires a different post. (which sadly enough will end up above this one. weird.)
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
52 Nights Unplugged
Today on my friend Lauren's blog I read about one woman's quest to go 52 nights unplugged.
I guess I normally don't realize how much time I spend uing my phone or computer (TV is really not an issue). It's a lot. Like, I've been on the computer tonight for about an hour. Doing what? I have no idea.
Sundays I have made an effort not to get online at all. That's worked since September, but the past two weeks I've given in. I'm going to need to start it up again. It's a refreshing time to just be away from it all. And it gives MySpace and Facebook a chance to get some comments and writings on the wall.
Really, I love the intentionality that Ariel puts into her unplugged nights. They aren't simply an avoidance of the normal, they are an intentional pursuit of something better. It's not just saying, "I'm going to not text anyone." It's saying, "I'm going to write a letter." And it isn't focused on "I won't watch a movie," as much as, "I'm going to create a story." It really is a beautiful thing. Why have we began to sit side-by-side letting media interject its stories when face-to-face we have the best stories, because they are our own?
I think I'm going to put aside the computer for the rest of the night, set aside the phone and avoid the TV.
In search of something better.
I guess I normally don't realize how much time I spend uing my phone or computer (TV is really not an issue). It's a lot. Like, I've been on the computer tonight for about an hour. Doing what? I have no idea.
Sundays I have made an effort not to get online at all. That's worked since September, but the past two weeks I've given in. I'm going to need to start it up again. It's a refreshing time to just be away from it all. And it gives MySpace and Facebook a chance to get some comments and writings on the wall.
Really, I love the intentionality that Ariel puts into her unplugged nights. They aren't simply an avoidance of the normal, they are an intentional pursuit of something better. It's not just saying, "I'm going to not text anyone." It's saying, "I'm going to write a letter." And it isn't focused on "I won't watch a movie," as much as, "I'm going to create a story." It really is a beautiful thing. Why have we began to sit side-by-side letting media interject its stories when face-to-face we have the best stories, because they are our own?
I think I'm going to put aside the computer for the rest of the night, set aside the phone and avoid the TV.
In search of something better.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Moments of Clarity
I've been suffering the plague that's been going around for close to a week now.
I heard someone say that this week Illinois is supposed to get the year's most severe case of the flu.
I'm not sure how that's measured. The rational part of me wants to say there are charts and graphs that measure whether conditions are perfect for illness, including temperature, weather, when midterms are, etc. Another part of me just wants to imagine a Weather Channel radar showing a huge red cloud over Illinois, and in the key at the bottom of the screen between sleet and snow, it says "Plague". It's a plague-front.
Whatever the case may be, I have ascertained my own mutation of aforementioned "flu".
If there is any benefit to illness, it is that we are granted as special gifts from heaven little moments of clarity. These are pockets of pristine thought that pervade our normal bumbling existence to prove to us that, while we are ill, we are not dead. Nor are we worse off. We are merely stunted.
I, in a moment of grace, threw off my weighty shackles of illness while I was laying in bed. It was not a moment of understanding, though. I was granted a moment of questioning.
While trying to suppress my cough so as not to let it think it was getting the best of me, I realized my need for a good nose-blowing. As any male would do, I had a roll of toilet paper nearby, because, really, who buys a box of paper just for blowing your nose? Not me.
So, I, in my darkened room, peered out, and could magically see the effervescent white column of salvific perferation at hand. I was elated. And then it hit me. Like the flu itself, it hit me:
Why is toilet paper white?
Really? White? Is it necessary? Did someone have to point out the stark contrast between what perfect cleanliness is, and what comes from our bodies? Was it someone's cruel joke to mock our filth?
I don't know. I blew my nose on it. And I fell asleep.
Thank God for moments of clarity.
DL
I heard someone say that this week Illinois is supposed to get the year's most severe case of the flu.
I'm not sure how that's measured. The rational part of me wants to say there are charts and graphs that measure whether conditions are perfect for illness, including temperature, weather, when midterms are, etc. Another part of me just wants to imagine a Weather Channel radar showing a huge red cloud over Illinois, and in the key at the bottom of the screen between sleet and snow, it says "Plague". It's a plague-front.
Whatever the case may be, I have ascertained my own mutation of aforementioned "flu".
If there is any benefit to illness, it is that we are granted as special gifts from heaven little moments of clarity. These are pockets of pristine thought that pervade our normal bumbling existence to prove to us that, while we are ill, we are not dead. Nor are we worse off. We are merely stunted.
I, in a moment of grace, threw off my weighty shackles of illness while I was laying in bed. It was not a moment of understanding, though. I was granted a moment of questioning.
While trying to suppress my cough so as not to let it think it was getting the best of me, I realized my need for a good nose-blowing. As any male would do, I had a roll of toilet paper nearby, because, really, who buys a box of paper just for blowing your nose? Not me.
So, I, in my darkened room, peered out, and could magically see the effervescent white column of salvific perferation at hand. I was elated. And then it hit me. Like the flu itself, it hit me:
Why is toilet paper white?
Really? White? Is it necessary? Did someone have to point out the stark contrast between what perfect cleanliness is, and what comes from our bodies? Was it someone's cruel joke to mock our filth?
I don't know. I blew my nose on it. And I fell asleep.
Thank God for moments of clarity.
DL
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
No, you're wrong.
In class today someone commented on Jesus sitting while he's teaching.
They said, "I heard Jesus sat when he taught so that everyone who wanted to hear would have to move in close, because Jesus liked to put obstacles in front of people."
I didn't have a problem with the second part, as people would probably expect. I had a problem with the first part. It's what happens when we take our modern perception of culture and apply it to ancient customs.
It's like in 2 Samuel, it says Jonathan loved David. Of course, 21st century readers think, "Jonathan was a homosexual." Of course, until our modern context, nobody gave that serious thought.
That just makes me wonder: how many things do I believe that I don't realize are the result of my experience so far without considering outside of them? (I'm sure someone will answer: Christianity.)
Thankfully, our professor dealt with the situation very well, saying that it's probably not a good explanation of why Jesus sat. It's much better than saying, "Well, that person was an idiot."
Maybe one day I'll be a good professor.
DL
They said, "I heard Jesus sat when he taught so that everyone who wanted to hear would have to move in close, because Jesus liked to put obstacles in front of people."
I didn't have a problem with the second part, as people would probably expect. I had a problem with the first part. It's what happens when we take our modern perception of culture and apply it to ancient customs.
It's like in 2 Samuel, it says Jonathan loved David. Of course, 21st century readers think, "Jonathan was a homosexual." Of course, until our modern context, nobody gave that serious thought.
That just makes me wonder: how many things do I believe that I don't realize are the result of my experience so far without considering outside of them? (I'm sure someone will answer: Christianity.)
Thankfully, our professor dealt with the situation very well, saying that it's probably not a good explanation of why Jesus sat. It's much better than saying, "Well, that person was an idiot."
Maybe one day I'll be a good professor.
DL
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
I know nothing.
Today I was working and a guy asked where he could find a book on the Korean War.
Walking him to the section, I asked if he was a Korean War aficionado. He said he was a vet. I should have known, really. He was about that age, I guess. I can only guess because I have no idea when the Korean war was. I didn't even really know there was a Korean war.
That's right.
I didn't know.
Were it not for the signs in the history section, I would have been completely lost. And during this little transaction, I realized I know nothing about a lot of things, including my country's recent history.
It's amazing that the world of information is literally at my fingertips, and I spend most of my internet time on MySpace and Facebook. Maybe I should resolve to take 5 minutes and look up something new everyday on Wikipedia (the only source of information on the internet that is continuously verified by the Holy Spirit).
And maybe you should, too.
DL
Walking him to the section, I asked if he was a Korean War aficionado. He said he was a vet. I should have known, really. He was about that age, I guess. I can only guess because I have no idea when the Korean war was. I didn't even really know there was a Korean war.
That's right.
I didn't know.
Were it not for the signs in the history section, I would have been completely lost. And during this little transaction, I realized I know nothing about a lot of things, including my country's recent history.
It's amazing that the world of information is literally at my fingertips, and I spend most of my internet time on MySpace and Facebook. Maybe I should resolve to take 5 minutes and look up something new everyday on Wikipedia (the only source of information on the internet that is continuously verified by the Holy Spirit).
And maybe you should, too.
DL
Why is wisdom wasted on the old?
I hear old people complain that youth is wasted on the young. It's probably true. I'm in the prime of my life (oh God, that's scary) and I normally just sit around.
Yep.
Just sittin around.
Looking at the computer screen.
Eating used-to-be-frozen pizzas. (because, really, who eats frozen pizza?)
I don't know that anyone has asked why wisdom is wasted on the old. Some old people just sit around without their youth, while us youngsters are running around like idiots because we don't know any better.
You give me your wisdom, and I'll use my youth. Heck, if I had your wisdom, I probably would use my youth.
Full circle.
DL
Yep.
Just sittin around.
Looking at the computer screen.
Eating used-to-be-frozen pizzas. (because, really, who eats frozen pizza?)
I don't know that anyone has asked why wisdom is wasted on the old. Some old people just sit around without their youth, while us youngsters are running around like idiots because we don't know any better.
You give me your wisdom, and I'll use my youth. Heck, if I had your wisdom, I probably would use my youth.
Full circle.
DL
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