On Being Blistered...

I have a terrible attitude towards people that are actually pretty stupid. I know it is a fault, but I struggle with it a lot. I have found in my old age the wisdom that we really are not ignorant at all (with exceptions) but it is more like we just don't understand things. I know there are a lot of things I am not even aware of. Ask me about quantum physics, and I will give ya the old "duh" look every time. I justify this by knowing that I have no need to know about this and therefore am not responsible because I can't carry on a decent conversation on the subject. And that is as it should be...

My trip is the simple things in life. We are taught from the minute we start kindergarten that the three R's are important, and your ass is on the line unless you learn them. Writing has always come easy for me. I make my living this way, and I am glad to have been blessed with not only the ability, but with a keen sense of what the written word is capable of. The old saw is that "the pen is mightier than the sword" is very dear to me. I had an uncle that taught me much about the value of the written word, and an aunt that was a poetess in high standing in the literary world. They both shaped my life for what it is today.

I had the opportunity to help my beloved daughter in law with a project for college this weekend. She was writing an autobiographical piece on the fact that she was adopted from the age of 6. I offered to help, of course. And I was blown away by her inability to put two sentences together. I came away humbled by this. I realize that not everyone is a writer, and haven't a clue how to put an article together. Know what? Changed my POV. I am not a literary snob by any degree. But I realize that here is a girl who is capable enough to be able to attend college, and not able to put together a decent paragraph. I came away from this in only one attitude - sadness.

Life is like that.....

Fuck it, don't mean nothin'

Charlie~