i think i'm not as nice as i used to be, and that's troubling.
i think i just don't care as much.
let's not become calloused, ok?
i got a scarf today. thanks Lindsey! i'm wearing it as i'm writing this.
what makes someody intelligent?
what makes you think somebody is intelligent?
i've wondered for a while.
if you think i'm intelligent, why is that?
is intelligence using big words? knowing a lot of facts? saying insightful things?
i know there's a difference between IQ and EQ and all that, but i'm wondering what gives the impression of intelligence in a person. i suppose this wondering comes from a desire to seem intelligent to others. kinda dumb. i try too hard to mold people's opinions of me for them. that's a whole other thought line though, one i don't wish to explore at this moment.
the problem with being
smart
wise
insightful
congnizant
is that you know better.
when you mess things up, you knew better than to do something like that, there is no excuse.
i'm not saying that i am those adjectives, but i am smart enough to know better a lot of times, and some days i wish i just didn't know better.
caution to the wind?
time for sleep.
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