thoughts on my "pitcher of potential"
i was just taking a shower and the "pitcher of potential" popped into my head, and i thought about it for a while because it reminds me of things that my mom has said. it made me think of my degree because people say- well you have a degree. good for you. that's really great. NOW you're actually worth something,
and sentiments like those always make me think about the 2 most intelligent and perhaps wisest people that i've ever met, and neither one of them have degrees, you know,
and i think about the subjects that i took in school:
-how to excel at being an intellectual snob
-how to be a competitve asshole
-how to listen to music without paying attention to the beauty but concentrating wholly on the form and analysis of it and how to maybe never enjoy music again
-native american literature- that has been SO useful that i actually use it in my every day life- every single day- haboo!!!
but i have a degree and thank GOD because it has gotten me one job. i graded standardized tests once, and one clearly needed a degree to do that.
"well, at least i'm in school." that's right- go to school and see who comes out more creatively stunted. i'm no dream assassin. don't get me wrong. good luck to those of you that are in school and good for you- i totally mean it. hopefully you will learn things that you didn't know.
i reached a point where i wasn't good at following any authoriy and especially concerning my creative process, but some people want to teach and go places and do things,
and i do as well,
and i have my own ways of going about things and finding my happiness.
so, in closing on this essay on 'thought on my "pitcher of potential"', maybe it's the weather but it seems as if the pretentious, pseudo-intellectual, acedemic, highly-uncreative shell is thawing off of my body- finally.
Bif
and sentiments like those always make me think about the 2 most intelligent and perhaps wisest people that i've ever met, and neither one of them have degrees, you know,
and i think about the subjects that i took in school:
-how to excel at being an intellectual snob
-how to be a competitve asshole
-how to listen to music without paying attention to the beauty but concentrating wholly on the form and analysis of it and how to maybe never enjoy music again
-native american literature- that has been SO useful that i actually use it in my every day life- every single day- haboo!!!
but i have a degree and thank GOD because it has gotten me one job. i graded standardized tests once, and one clearly needed a degree to do that.
"well, at least i'm in school." that's right- go to school and see who comes out more creatively stunted. i'm no dream assassin. don't get me wrong. good luck to those of you that are in school and good for you- i totally mean it. hopefully you will learn things that you didn't know.
i reached a point where i wasn't good at following any authoriy and especially concerning my creative process, but some people want to teach and go places and do things,
and i do as well,
and i have my own ways of going about things and finding my happiness.
so, in closing on this essay on 'thought on my "pitcher of potential"', maybe it's the weather but it seems as if the pretentious, pseudo-intellectual, acedemic, highly-uncreative shell is thawing off of my body- finally.
Bif