Keep Thinking

Arrgh . . . it's too easy to think that once you've figured out a true thing, you're finished. I know better. Of all people, I know better. So why am I doing it again?

Multiple correct answers. The vast majority of questions have multiple correct answers. I know this. The multiplicity lies at my own center, and at the center of my universe.

The elitism that dwells in my central pillars is based on monistic thought. All elitism is. I am screwing up every time I let the elitism drive my actions. It's going to color my perceptions, but I choose whether or not I act on it.

I owe all my kids compassion. I am water as much as I am air. I can give it to them.

I respect everyone's inherent worth and dignity, even if I do not respect their intelligence.

I am a screaming elitist, and the gods have a duty for me that requires that elitism. I cannot fight for the rights and the needs of the gifted unless I believe that they, as a group, need and should get more than the mundanes. But I cannot allow that belief to mean that simply being of the gifted means that you are more morally deserving than another student.

And being a Storm Knight, being Fringeworthy, not being a Muggle - whatever it is that marks some of us - is not inherently based on intelligence, or even the broader category of being G/T. If I narrow my vision, I'll miss a few. And they're all too precious to miss.

We are all, or at least almost all, born Fringeworthy. I've worked the one-year-old room; I know that. It's still a majority at four. What happens between four and nine? Why is our socialization so screwed that it makes us unspecial, makes us stupid?

I am a screaming elitist.

I respect the inherent worth and dignity of every individual.

Very well, I contradict myself.

Keep Thinking

Arrgh . . . it's too easy to think that once you've figured out a true thing, you're finished. I know better. Of all people, I know better. So why am I doing it again?

Multiple correct answers. The vast majority of questions have multiple correct answers. I know this. The multiplicity lies at my own center, and at the center of my universe.

The elitism that dwells in my central pillars is based on monistic thought. All elitism is. I am screwing up every time I let the elitism drive my actions. It's going to color my perceptions, but I choose whether or not I act on it.

I owe all my kids compassion. I am water as much as I am air. I can give it to them.

I respect everyone's inherent worth and dignity, even if I do not respect their intelligence.

I am a screaming elitist, and the gods have a duty for me that requires that elitism. I cannot fight for the rights and the needs of the gifted unless I believe that they, as a group, need and should get more than the mundanes. But I cannot allow that belief to mean that simply being of the gifted means that you are more morally deserving than another student.

And being a Storm Knight, being Fringeworthy, not being a Muggle - whatever it is that marks some of us - is not inherently based on intelligence, or even the broader category of being G/T. If I narrow my vision, I'll miss a few. And they're all too precious to miss.

We are all, or at least almost all, born Fringeworthy. I've worked the one-year-old room; I know that. It's still a majority at four. What happens between four and nine? Why is our socialization so screwed that it makes us unspecial, makes us stupid?

I am a screaming elitist.

I respect the inherent worth and dignity of every individual.

Very well, I contradict myself.

Bad Media Day

DM came over earlier today to watch Like Water For Chocolate. I don't think he got most of the movie; he didn't like it very much, although he did appreciate the line "The Federales came and set the bathroom on fire!".

Then the Spouse got home and tried to show him FLCL, which gave him a headache, same as it does for me. The Spouse apparently does not quite understand that the show physically gives us headaches, and is not watchable in this condition. DM got up and left, but he left his sunglasses here. DG, who had come over to watch the anime with us, offered to give him a ride home; we ended up going by the Southwest Freeway Diner and the Smoky Gamehole "on the way."

The Spouse is a little miffed at DM for needing to leave. I don't think DM is coming to Movie Night this week.

I'm going to explode. Or shatter. I don't know which. My hands are shaking and I can't stop them. I need to cry, but I'll be emotionally blackmailing the Spouse if I do, even if that's not my intent. It hurts so goddamn much . . .

How I'm going to be able to concentrate on school-related stuff tomorrow I don't know. Maybe the distraction will help . . . but I doubt it. It'll postpone things at best.

Bad Media Day

DM came over earlier today to watch Like Water For Chocolate. I don't think he got most of the movie; he didn't like it very much, although he did appreciate the line "The Federales came and set the bathroom on fire!".

Then the Spouse got home and tried to show him FLCL, which gave him a headache, same as it does for me. The Spouse apparently does not quite understand that the show physically gives us headaches, and is not watchable in this condition. DM got up and left, but he left his sunglasses here. DG, who had come over to watch the anime with us, offered to give him a ride home; we ended up going by the Southwest Freeway Diner and the Smoky Gamehole "on the way."

The Spouse is a little miffed at DM for needing to leave. I don't think DM is coming to Movie Night this week.

I'm going to explode. Or shatter. I don't know which. My hands are shaking and I can't stop them. I need to cry, but I'll be emotionally blackmailing the Spouse if I do, even if that's not my intent. It hurts so goddamn much . . .

How I'm going to be able to concentrate on school-related stuff tomorrow I don't know. Maybe the distraction will help . . . but I doubt it. It'll postpone things at best.