(Living is easy with eyes closed)
I slept later than I thought I would today. Until 2. Then I read less than a page of Zen, which I stopped reading about two weeks ago, and it was thought provoking. Less than a page was all it took. Then I put it down and got out of bed, finally.
I think it was last night that I was going through my thoughts on stupidity, smart, intelligent, intellectual, etc. I decided that I'm not certain whether or not I want to be classified as an intellectual. There are a lot of intellectual people that I don't like. Then again, there are people from any group that a person can like or dislike. And this fact in itself made me decide that I like interesting people. Just plain, wonderful, interesting people. You don't have to be an intellectual. You don't even have to be smart, really. There are so many different kinds of smart.
There are people who make terrible grades in school, but that are very intelligent.
Then, there are people who make perfect grades in school, and the only reason that they do is because they've learned a little thing called imitation. That's what is really fucked up about education. Whether accidentally or intentionally, I haven't decided yet, but school doesn't teach people to think for themselves. I think it does the opposite, actually.
School says, "Think this way, because this is the right way. There is no other way. Try any other way, and you will get the wrong answers. Even if you have a more correct and efficient way of doing things, we are going to count those ways as wrong if they are unlike this way. Imitate me."
How dull is that? I ran into that problem so many times. I made awful grades throughout high school because I resented being there most of the time. That, and I was particularly interested in my own social endeavors. The thing is, I can obviously read, write, and spell nicely. I can write anything if I have enough time and I'm inspired enough. I was just becoming more of a burn out on school... among other things, as time went on. That's kind of sad. But, at least my eyes are open enough so that I can see that.
But anyway, I think I'm done ranting about that. For the moment, at least.
I'm going to go get a lot of Beatles music now. I miss The Beatles.
There are different genres of living, you know. And don't ask, because I'm not going to explain that.
I think it was last night that I was going through my thoughts on stupidity, smart, intelligent, intellectual, etc. I decided that I'm not certain whether or not I want to be classified as an intellectual. There are a lot of intellectual people that I don't like. Then again, there are people from any group that a person can like or dislike. And this fact in itself made me decide that I like interesting people. Just plain, wonderful, interesting people. You don't have to be an intellectual. You don't even have to be smart, really. There are so many different kinds of smart.
There are people who make terrible grades in school, but that are very intelligent.
Then, there are people who make perfect grades in school, and the only reason that they do is because they've learned a little thing called imitation. That's what is really fucked up about education. Whether accidentally or intentionally, I haven't decided yet, but school doesn't teach people to think for themselves. I think it does the opposite, actually.
School says, "Think this way, because this is the right way. There is no other way. Try any other way, and you will get the wrong answers. Even if you have a more correct and efficient way of doing things, we are going to count those ways as wrong if they are unlike this way. Imitate me."
How dull is that? I ran into that problem so many times. I made awful grades throughout high school because I resented being there most of the time. That, and I was particularly interested in my own social endeavors. The thing is, I can obviously read, write, and spell nicely. I can write anything if I have enough time and I'm inspired enough. I was just becoming more of a burn out on school... among other things, as time went on. That's kind of sad. But, at least my eyes are open enough so that I can see that.
But anyway, I think I'm done ranting about that. For the moment, at least.
I'm going to go get a lot of Beatles music now. I miss The Beatles.
There are different genres of living, you know. And don't ask, because I'm not going to explain that.