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Jun. 1st, 2002 02:47 amI think I figured it out. It's hubris, motivated by fear. That's what I was detecting, that I felt unsettled by.
Crazy thoughts go through my head. My dreams are vivid, surreal, and complex, every single night. My imagination can twist and fold around some of the most difficult concepts, and catch some of the most subtle things.
But you know? My whole family is like this. It's par for the freaking course. I've been lucky enough to meet a large number of people whose inner worlds are just as novel as mine. And we generally have too many vital things to talk about, to waste time slapping each other on the back and declaring how clever we are. I appreciate that a great deal. It keeps me focused, and keeps my ego from galloping away with my soul.
When someone respects you, and values you, you can tell. And it generally has nothing to do with how brainy and introspective they are. I declare that a person's ability to value others is more a matter of humility than a matter of brains.
Who cares if they tell fantastic tales about the beauty of their mind. If they don't have the common decency to return your phone calls, or the neccessary politeness to put their thoughts in order for you, forget 'em. They're too busy with hubris. Hubris -- encouraged by the common-or-garden variety fear that everyone, everywhere, ever, has experienced.
Oops, it's bedtime
Crazy thoughts go through my head. My dreams are vivid, surreal, and complex, every single night. My imagination can twist and fold around some of the most difficult concepts, and catch some of the most subtle things.
But you know? My whole family is like this. It's par for the freaking course. I've been lucky enough to meet a large number of people whose inner worlds are just as novel as mine. And we generally have too many vital things to talk about, to waste time slapping each other on the back and declaring how clever we are. I appreciate that a great deal. It keeps me focused, and keeps my ego from galloping away with my soul.
When someone respects you, and values you, you can tell. And it generally has nothing to do with how brainy and introspective they are. I declare that a person's ability to value others is more a matter of humility than a matter of brains.
Who cares if they tell fantastic tales about the beauty of their mind. If they don't have the common decency to return your phone calls, or the neccessary politeness to put their thoughts in order for you, forget 'em. They're too busy with hubris. Hubris -- encouraged by the common-or-garden variety fear that everyone, everywhere, ever, has experienced.
Oops, it's bedtime
