Don't you hate it...
I hate it when I feel confident about something that I don't really have any right to be confident about. Sometimes I let my opinions and pseudo-morality get the best of me and that typically only leads to me being embarassed. I'm not the kind of person that's quick on the uptake, I don't have a rapier wit...as much as I wish I did...and it usually takes me awhile to process things...I have to think about it for awhile...which perhaps isn't such a bad thing really. Still I often find that by waiting to process things I'm far too out of bounds to effect anything by the time I figure it out.
It seems like the whole world moves so fast, I don't really see how anyone keeps up with it all. I sometimes suspect that everyone is just faking it as best they can, so as not to seem to be behind and uncool. Perhaps that's what I missed out on...developing a keen sense of improptu bullshitting...I don't suppose I thought it was all that important during those key formulative years.
I just read a part of Gone With the Wind (my favorite movie...suppose it's time I read the book) where Scarlett is thinking about Ashely...it's in Chapter 2 somewhere (I haven't gotten very far yet). Ick...I don't have the text with me, but basically it was about how he prefers to live in his books, poetry and what-have-you...happy to accept his life (of course he's the son of a rich plantantion owner with no worries...i would be too) and observe the world, but prefers to live in his own "golden" world. Perhaps when I find it I'll put it in here...I liked it and it struck home with me.