Hi Jennie,
Your comment about the different things people are(or is it something they have?) was the first sensible thing I read today, and it is already 5:30 PM here in Holland. You hit me where it hurts because it hit home(After a day of skiing my hurting body feels good because I realise then that every part of it belongs to me!). Your words made me feel what I know I am(or have). Once in a while I just forget it for a moment. Thanks for waking me up.
I am a realist. An optimistic realist one day, a pessimistic one the next. And then I am an emotional pessimist, or depending on circumstances, an utterly rational calculating computer, or an affectionate romantic, but that part of me is getting a bit rusty. I think I need to practice a bit more.
I am so realistic that I know that we can't grasp onto reality even if it does exist. Every human being tries to get hold of it, yet none of us manage it. Because I am all these things you mentioned, and the few I figured out myself, and a few more, all at the same moment, most people can't deal with me easily. They can't figure out that a rational computer-mind can cry the next day and be a romantic optimist a little later, or a raving lunatic if it suits my purpose. They think I am a funny shaped peg for which they can't fine any hole to put me in. The fact that they want to put me in a hole in the first place is a sad thing as they do not realise that people do not belong in holes any more than a monkey belongs in cage(a hole), I think, but the funny thing is that if there is no hole to be found that I can fit into, they tell me it's my fault and that I need to change! People around me tend to insist that I should fit into an empty hole they picked out for me.
Too bad that so many people already sit in a hole of some sort or other. Or maybe it is just as well that they do?
Conrad
AI
