You said no strings could secure you at the station in Normal entries

  • March 4, 2016, 2:52 a.m.
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Thursday already, but you knew that. You’re pretty smart; people don’t tell you that often enough. What you and I don’t know is whether they don’t recognize how smart you are or just don’t feel moved to comment on it. It’s a slippery slope. And, no offense, your average first grader has at least five days of the calendar memorized already ( I don’t know for sure, I’m not up on modern education techniques). I think you’re pretty smart anyhow.

It’s a bad idea to underestimate people. Hopefully it doesn’t matter most of the time, but if you get in the habit of underestimating people the odds will catch up with you and you’ll underestimate the wrong person at the wrong time. Overestimating people just sets you up for disappointment. Underestimating them sets you up for … stuff you didn’t see coming.

It’s sort of a happy/sad thing when you discover that the lady who uses her fake fingernails to count out change at the seven eleven was a brain surgeon in her country. You thought she was stupid, but in Canada they let her operate on brains. See? Happy and sad. Now who does the brain surgery in Canada? Heh. Sorry. I really was thinking of other countries and you really have run into people doing shitty jobs after a shitty fashion who had positions of esteem or at least claim to. I wouldn’t really know how to test the hypothetical lady “Um, ok, where is the brain located and what’s it made out of?”

But that’s not really what I mean, I just got caught up in it. It’s ok this entry started off as a blank page and then a blank page stating the day. I had to move the mouse over the time to double check the day, so, it’s not an overly inspired entry anyhow.

The reason why you want to be underestimated is that a poker game could break out at any minute. Oh, and it’s a lot easier to get information if you look and sound like someone who really needs information.

Man I stopped. This train of thought never left the station. It’s been that kind of week.


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