Another term for intuition is critical thinking.

I’d like to be a mathematician. Re-learning math might come in handy just in case I have a kid one day and he or she needs help with long division. Or maybe I should re-take physics and concentrate more on understanding the basic principles and less on getting and “A” on my homework. As you can tell, I’m feeling a bit inadequate in the intelligence department… (and in the happy/funny department, and in the love department). I mean, Christ, even Forrest Gump is smarter than me. As least he knows what love is. I’ve got some pretty strong motivation to discontinue the practice of drinking heavily. My decision making skills are off and my selfishness is stupidity.

Somewhere in Mexico, there’s a poor fisherman that’s got it figured out. Retired before he even started, he’s never been to school or had to work a day in his life. Just sitting in a boat on a lake all day without a care in the world, he’s content.

I know what you’re thinking…

”See that girl over there, the young one who thinks she knows everything. Boy does she have egg on her face!”


This is my excuse: I’m beginning to have a fear of knives because I’ve been cut too many times. All these expectations, these responsibility, they’re messing with my head. Just because I’m cute doesn’t mean I don’t look like an ugly duckling. Just because I’m clever doesn’t mean I have a crystal ball that helps me make all the right choices. Just because I am health conscious doesn’t mean I always shop at Whole Foods.

When I start to think that any part of me is superior to any part of someone else, then the world becomes my whore and me its pimp. But don’t give up on me just yet. I am trying to hold out for the beautiful metaphors, but if I leave the party early without saying “good bye”, I promise I’ll make it up to you by bringing back a rock star.