If You Ask Me to Write Then I Will

When someone asks me to write, I have to. That's probably the one of the things I get most excited about. When people ask me to sing, I usually won't. If someone asked me to show them a dance, I might. But when someone asks me to write for them, I just do it. So, it was super cool Levan when you said I'd been depriving you of Passion Fire. :) So here I am, writing.

I like accidents. I think that we find the best things when we aren't really looking. If life was a google search, we always find cool things by being vague in our discription. You don't search hedgehog, you just happen to find one as the last entry in the pet ads. You find that boy who used to smile at you in the halls by looking through someone's facebook pictures who you went to elementary school with. haha. I like accidents, because you can't fake fate. :)

Read this:

"Those who can, do; those who can't: teach; those who can't teach teach the teachers; and those who can't teach the teachers go into politics."

As for me, I think that his sentence is a bona fide profound thought, precisely because it isn't true, or at least not entirely true. It doesn't mean what you think it does at the outset. If people could climb higher in the social hierarchy in proportion to their incompetence, I guarantee the world would not go round the way it does. But that's not even the problem. What his sentence means isn't that incompetent people have found their place in the sun, but that nothing is harder or more unfair than human reality: humans live in a world where it's words and not deeds that have power, where the ultimate skill is mastery of language. This is a terrible thing because basically we are primates who've been programmed to eat, sleep, reproduce, conquer and make our territory safe, and the ones who are most gifted at that, the most animal types among us, always get screwed by the others, the fine talkers, despite these latter being incapable of defending their own garden or bringing a rabbit home for dinner or procreating properly. Humans live in a world where the weak are dominant. This is a terrible insult to our animal natue, a sort of perversion or a deep contradiction.

The Elegance of the Hedgehog
Muriel Barbery

Yeah so this book is kind of incredible. It's the kind of book I want to write. Philosophical musing. It blows my mind. It's like trying to swallow cinnamon. You can only read/ swallow a little bit at a time.

So, I'm in France now. It's summer time. Well for the past week it was hurricane weather, but now it's do-your-history-homework-outside-in-your-bathing-suit sort of weather. I get distracted really easily. The problem with doing an e-learing course is that it's e. Meaning, you have to be on the internet. Meaning there are endless oppertunities for your mind to wander. I think I have a mind who likes to wander. Wandering is okay, but focus is good too. If there was something I wish I had more of, it's focus. I'm amused very easily, but it's hard to keep my attention for long periods of time. But I'm a really good listener. I love to listen.

Life Lessons
Patience is a virtue. haha Just kidding. But I think that patience is important. Being in France and having to speak French and having to learn to communicate with minimal language skills and having to usually be clueless 75% percent of the time has made me very patient. And it's nice. Being patient makes you nicer, and it gives to you time to notice a lot of things you don't notice when you rush and rush and rush. Being patient allows you to appreciate. Don't be afraid of waiting, but don't waste all your waiting in wandering. Learn how to be a focussed waiter, and your mind will explode with reward. Frustration is such a useless emotion. People who can't be patient end up being frustrated.

I break everything, really. I don't know how I manage to. I bought a ring, broke it. Bought some french pants equipped with suspenders (haha) and I broke the suspenders. I think I get lost in thought and I'm not very conscience of my actual physical being. I turn knobs on microscopes absentmidedly until the knobs fall off (woops). I fiddle with paper and end up with a pile of confetti. It's very strange.

There was a bee on my bed the other day and it stung me. Now there is what Iris, my exchange partner, called a "night butterfly" in my room. Okay, no. This thing is like a massive moth equipped with spikes and fangs and vemon. It flies around and bumps into things and is very noisy. There is nothing calm or pretty or butterfly-ish about it. Maybe that's why it's a night butterfly? It's like the butterfly's alter-ego? haha

I really don't like bugs.

My french grandparents are coming over to drink tea and eat cake now. So, I should go join. :)

Learn how to be focussed and patient, you'll get more things done. Also read a book and maybe do a little bit of philosophical musing every once and a while. Even if analytical minds are destructive, if we never analyzed, we'd never move forward.

ta ta for now :)
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