This seems like a good time to remind you, my wonderful readers, that I’m not an expert on anything! All I am is a person who reads stuff and sometimes when I read stuff, or I notice stuff I say to myself “WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?”
Do you ever feel that way?
I thought that when I grew up I’d know everything. It’s pretty disturbing to find that after all these years I am still so close to being absolutely clueless. Still, I’m proud of myself for caring. I might make the wrong decisions and I might be incredibly foolish sometimes, and I might look like a total moron- but for me the bottom line is I’m still okay because I’m still trying to make sense of things. I haven’t lost my drive to make sense of life.
It is why I want to start conversations. I think maybe we can make sense of this stuff if we talk it out together.
I’m probably wrong.