You know? Know what? I dunno. But hey, I got a 96% on my Philosophy Exam on Metaphysics. I don't want to get the big head, and add myself to the list of great
philosophizers!
lol. I went there for sure, but the point is... um... I get into it. I mean, yes, some of it is very mundane and the reading is killer, but I consider myself to be a super thinker. L
ol, the last of the philosophical
Mohicans if you will. Not a lot of girls from the 757 spend time contemplating the things of this life and *past lives*, things to come and weights with which to measure these events. I do I do I do enjoy a good think session. And I enjoy others who like to partake in the activity of thinking. And I like talking with them.
Speaking of which, I was conversing with my roommate tonight on the way back from the local grocer, and we were chatting on the importance of finding others that have the ability to communicate effectively in your life. I can be quite honest and say that we were talking indirectly about being found by that perfect young sir. It's quite a challenge these days for anyone, but when you are educated, sophisticated, intelligent by design, and fabulous by nature, it becomes a matrimonial jihad. And so, in a way that I now find only suiting to a Liberty girl, I shall admit that the majority of my philosophical ranting entails the internal fashioning of my super guy. Yes, I use philosophy to put together a blueprint of the one who will come and put that ridiculously simple rock on my hand one day. Simple because I know I might lose the ring like I've lost every other expensive piece of jewelry I've received. Simple because I'm going to be so paid...the ring won't matter. Simple because its only a symbol of a unity that begins before our birth and before our parting... man, I can't wait to get married... not even. I can't wait for the courtship. I sure hope he does it right....but wait, I digress.
This was supposed to be about philosophy. Or marriage. Conversation! Yes. The mastery use of effective communication! You have to know how to talk. Laymen's terms. It is by all means perfectly okay to "Put On" for your city, whatever that means, but please, make sure you find a way out of your city as well. Travel a bit. Go a little further than 30 minutes away from your high school. You'd be amazed at what's out there. Le sigh. It's just... I don't know. I do have hope that there is a world out there where there are educated men who wear full sleeved shirts, and when I say shirts I do not mean a cotton te, (the e is silent :p) and have stopped buying Air Force One sneakers, use the word conversate jokingly, and have the ability to discuss the effects of foreign trade on the US dollar. Men who understand their place in the world and seek greater things than this world can offer them... I have just gone off on a mental tangent of great degree. There is such a lack.
Le sigh. The task to teach a world seems much too daunting. I shall start with my son. He will know ultimate realities. He will have a life for God. He will have a hand for his brother, a chair for his sister, a heart for his mother, and an ear towards his father...Where have all the cowboys gone? (melissa ethridge?)
Goodnight. This is random blogging at its finest. And should I never marry, I will write books, and sing unheard songs, and see every great place on this land. Then I shall settle myself in a studio apt in the village with a desk and a chair and a pen and a pad (C. Wong) and maybe a hammock, and write my memoirs. They're gonna be hot! Lol. I'm out ya'll. Tired as a champ.
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