Which is great for things like school.
And figuring out how to un-jam the copy machine because I can stomach reading the instruction manual.
I like when I can follow the directions in a book, and it turns out exactly how I want it.
Like this AWESOME fruited chicken salad I made:
Canned chicken, mayonnaise, grapes, mandarin oranges and shredded cheese atop romaine.
Sounds gross, tastes the opposite.
And I like when following directions yields high quality work.
Like this zipper that I inserted into this skirt I'm making:
Or this dress for date night:
But people do not come with books or instruction manuals telling you how to troubleshoot situations or what to do for best results. You just have to figure it out on your own.
And that kind of sucks sometimes.
Over a year ago in the post Playing with Mirrors I wrote the following:
"I wish I could read guys' minds. Like seriously- climb up into their little attic upstairs (or the garret, if you prefer), go down the long hallway past the sports, and the food, and the video games and come to the filing cabinet where they think about me, if at all, and open it up and just read. And then I would know. How wonderful that would be."
14 months later and I still feel the exact same way.
The predatory wasp of the palisades is out to get us,
TWS
Yea, I would say you're more academic than me. And I really enjoyed your Chicago post, but I didn't want to post 2 comments.
ReplyDeleteIt's a shame more people don't comment. I have told them to, but that's all I can do.
I appreciate that, but as long as I know who reads, I don't mind the not-commenting so much.
ReplyDeleteAfter all, I do live by the principle: "Only speak if you can improve on the silence."