I was in the elevator the other day, and a mother was asking her 4-year-old girl to press "four." And like a good little girl, she pressed the cardinal number four next to the forth floor button. The mother instructed the child to press the button, and then the elevator obeyed.
At that moment, I thought the child, not the mother, was right. The girl pressed exactly what the mother asked. And I thought to myself, how imprecise our language is. Perhaps 98 people out of 100 would have pressed the button when asked to press the number, yet we all know what people mean when they say something approximating what they want.
Anyway, I am not advocating being precise; I just found the whole experience curious.
Have you ever really enjoyed a bad movie? I mean, really enjoyed the movie but knew it was a crappy movie. It never happened to me, either.
I feel so random today. Really random.
I feel like I have been in some deep depression and the sun has just come out. So here I am just looking at the clouds, feeling good, and then it occurs to me: I don't feel like shit anymore. Speaking of being precise, what exactly does "shit" feel like? I don't even like the word.
Part of me would love to be an elementary school student again. Funny that most of us have "high school" reunions but not "elementary school" reunions. Why is that? From what I have heard many people say, elementary school rocked. I mean, you get to nap, eat paste, draw to your hearts content. I think it would be great to meet up with 30-something former classmates, talk about the guy who ate paste, sleep on mats and drink chocolate milk. That is my idea of a good time. Er, maybe I am alone.
I heard the other day about an initiative for Jewish people to learn to read Hebrew. We have a rather large Jewish population in Savannah, and I think such an initiative is great. How many Catholics would sign up for a course to learn Latin? Not me, buck-o. Heck, I can barely say, "In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti" or "Ave Maria."
The Marines have some Latin phrase, and I don't know what it means. I sort of think it means, "We can kick your butt" but I am not sure of the meaning. Someone said it means "always faithful." I think that's just what Marines tell non-Marines.
Well, I guess I need to adjust my medications. Sometimes I wonder if those who are psychiatric inpatients make fun of those of us who are on the outside. "Do you know how many sane people it takes to change a lightbulb? None. Sane people never change."
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