Thursday, October 27, 2005

 

Philosophy of Talk


I used to be very introverted and quiet, almost afraid to say anything for fear I would say something stupid. Now, I talk a lot more because I've learned to take for granted that I'm going to say stupid things, and the ratio of smart to stupid is actually much better when I pick more spots to speak in. The people who matter to me aren't going to be fazed or hold it against me when I say something mundanely dumb from time to time, and if anyone does hold it against me, I have one more smart thing to say: goodbye.

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For who knows what odd reason, I've always interpreted the "wand'ring bark" in Shakespeare's Sonnet 116 as a young man "whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken." Truth be told I still like my [mis]interpretation better than my professor's, who snapped, "It's a ship. It's always been a ship. It still is a ship." This happened just a few days ago, and while a younger me would have broken out in a humiliated blush, in this case I shot him a look that said, "Fine, but you don't have to be such an asshole about it." Which is to say, I hear 'ya!
 
Ginger: that's no misinterpretation. That's great figurative sense. Wish I could've seen the look on his face.

Steve: seems like I'm always wanting to join your clubs.
 
Ginger: you can tell your professor that Steve Schroeder thinks he's an ass. Probably better if you didn't, of course.

Gina: I'm not sure this is a club, but welcome in any case!
 
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