I'm tired and I've slept 8 hours in three days. I just had an English muffin, two slices of avocado and a bit of black bean salsa. Not the smartest thing at 3AM, but I was needing to fill a void. Revelations? Am I going to write something biblical? No, but it dawned on me today during multiple discussions during the day, that intelligence is not something that can be claimed, but must be proven. I can throw out my IQ and I can claim to be as smart as a whip, but it's work to prove it. Intelligence is the ability to make reason out of what you know, what you can explain and if, by chance you don't know, going through the proper avenues to decipher. I was made fun of today, while ignoring ignorance. I didn't get mad. ignorant people don't know they are ignorant. I have always known that. For the sake of a friend, I spared the feelings of someone that not only publicly, but privately had been proven to be of a lesser intellect. The funniest was I was made fun of, by not only this person, but someone I assume was a family member. Then the day took a turn for the better. A chat with a superior intellect. One that makes me quake in my boots of a life not lived despite a younger age. Respect. A key to all higher intelligence. Even if not on an even plane. I took a break, a steak sandwich, small, but the leftovers from a feast last night. An e-mail, a phone call, a trip do mundane things which people boast and brag about. Reality or a revelation? I know it's simply reality, until later. A heartfelt phone call about soon to be loss. A chance meeting and a tale of lost life, to me, too soon. A further discussion about the trails and tribulations of youth. Our failing youth, because of our laziness. I smiled, happy that certain friends don't have kids, to pass down their ill will towards others. Vicious? No, but lack of knowledge breeds contempt and a lack of acceptance. A gay friend smiled. Knowing that there is more to battle about petty things. There is love. No matter who or what or when. Is he gay? I assume, but I don't care. The night ended a quiet tete a tete, while others combated over the silly, the mundane and the irrevocable ways of the world. I peered about, across the barren land and what did I see. Not a fact in sight and sadly not a care to find one. Revelations. We're a lost cause, but two or three of us. And when we speak, we speak of idiocy, our own.
Most people I know do not care about knowing the truth or facts, they only care about being the one who passes along information. I wonder if I could privately ask people why they use social media (honestly), what their reason would be. I don't think people without a sense of humor, realize how much fun the world can be. Even during the hard times. So many of us spend time thinking of mistakes and regrets, but if we really think about it, we've probably dodged more bullets than missed boats. You know when you sit by yourself reading, sipping some coffee or tea and you don't think about anything, but what you're doing? That!
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