Smarts.
How does one know if someone else is smart?
By the way they talk? How they work?
How does one know if they, themselves, are smart?
A wise man told me once, “Smart doesn’t come from a book.”
This kind of confused me just a little.
If smart does not come from a book, where does it come from?
Experience, maybe?
I question my own intelligence a lot of the time.
I’m quite dumb, often.
But the wise man says that I’m far from dumb, I’m “just ignorant. Dumb is refusing to learn. Not knowing is ignorance. Babies aren’t dumb, even though they’re ignorant of everything.”
Except I do know a few dumb kids, I work with a few of them.
But if this is true, I’m pretty ignorant of about 98% of everything in the world.
The things that I do know are mostly just common knowledge, which sadly isn’t that common anymore.
I’m a photographer, I have a professional business; but I couldn’t tell you anything about cameras. Pretty much the only thing I know about photography is how to take a good picture and what a good picture looks like. I don’t really know any of the photography lingo or how to do any cool camera tricks. When I buy a camera, I mainly go for a good, long zoom, and a good number of megapixels.
Kind of weird, isn’t it?
Yes, I agree.
There is a whole bunch that I don’t know. Name a topic, any topic, I bet you I don’t know much, if anything, about that subject.
Unless it’s children/teaching children, dealing with/treating people, or self-harm. I know a lot about those things.
But pretty much everything else in the world, I’m an ignorant fool.
Which, I guess, just means I need to live more to experience more? To learn more, to know more, right?
Right.
So, where do you think it is that I can go find a life and live?
Anyone know?
Because it’s not really happening here, in Forest.
How does one know if someone else is smart?
By the way they talk? How they work?
How does one know if they, themselves, are smart?
A wise man told me once, “Smart doesn’t come from a book.”
This kind of confused me just a little.
If smart does not come from a book, where does it come from?
Experience, maybe?
I question my own intelligence a lot of the time.
I’m quite dumb, often.
But the wise man says that I’m far from dumb, I’m “just ignorant. Dumb is refusing to learn. Not knowing is ignorance. Babies aren’t dumb, even though they’re ignorant of everything.”
Except I do know a few dumb kids, I work with a few of them.
But if this is true, I’m pretty ignorant of about 98% of everything in the world.
The things that I do know are mostly just common knowledge, which sadly isn’t that common anymore.
I’m a photographer, I have a professional business; but I couldn’t tell you anything about cameras. Pretty much the only thing I know about photography is how to take a good picture and what a good picture looks like. I don’t really know any of the photography lingo or how to do any cool camera tricks. When I buy a camera, I mainly go for a good, long zoom, and a good number of megapixels.
Kind of weird, isn’t it?
Yes, I agree.
There is a whole bunch that I don’t know. Name a topic, any topic, I bet you I don’t know much, if anything, about that subject.
Unless it’s children/teaching children, dealing with/treating people, or self-harm. I know a lot about those things.
But pretty much everything else in the world, I’m an ignorant fool.
Which, I guess, just means I need to live more to experience more? To learn more, to know more, right?
Right.
So, where do you think it is that I can go find a life and live?
Anyone know?
Because it’s not really happening here, in Forest.
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