6 Commentsso i have this problem.

i have a tendency to accept things for what they are, without really investigating or wondering "how does that work?"

i am pretty sure i have done this most of my life.

problem is, i am married to someone that doesn't accept anything at face value, wants to know the intricities (did i just make up that word? yessss.) of every situation, wants to take it apart and re-build it, and constantly has a desire to learn. as a result of being this way for 31 years, he knows everything about everything, is a card-carrying mensa member (they actually cards which is so totally gay - like one day you're going to whip that bad boy out and be like "AH HA! i am smarter than you because THESE people said so!"), and is determined to be an expert on every subject by his 32nd birthday.

me, not so much.

sitting around one night, randomly discussing islands. don't ask me why. that's how us peters roll.

sarah: those aerial pictures of islands really freak me out, because you can see the the depths.

bryan: yeah, those are pretty freaky.

sarah: i mean, you can see where the beach goes under the water and then you can't see it anymore. i guess that's where the water goes underneath the island.

bryan: *silence*

sarah: what? why are you looking at me like that?

bryan: what do you mean, the water goes underneath the island?

sarah: you know, because it's an ISLAND, it floats on the water.

bryan: *silence, but this time with a "bless her heart" look on his face.*

look people, a lot of what's in my head is visual. i think something is the way it is because there is a picture in my head, and that's how i see things. i never put much thought into it (obviously), but i suppose i really thought that islands 'floated', i don't think of them as connected to the earth's core. i suppose i didn't know i thought this until the words were coming out of my mouth, but of course, that was too late.

i am pretty sure i am clueless on most things, but i choose to be this way. so not kidding - i do not care about learning or anything grody like that. i am completely capable of being way smart, i just don't want to be. there are much higher things on my priority list. like drinking.

my parents had very high aspirations for me, since i was "gifted" - they always said "you're going to be a mathematician! or an astrophysicist!"
which must have taken patience, saying that to a girl that had a cheerleading outfit on, puff paint in one hand and an enhanced Barbie doll in the other. clearly i saw a different future for myself.

i guess it's good that school came easy to me, if it didn't, i would have been stuck in the classes with the kid that ate his own arm. i suppose i just absorbed the information long enough to last me a semester, then quickly cleared that part of my brain out to make more room for CHiPs reruns and The Art of the Perfect Cartwheel.
i even placed out of several college classes before even getting to college, which worked out perfect, 'cause then i could fill my hours with Mime 101 and The History of Sitcom Television. who needs more calculus and physics when you could watch the episode of I Love Lucy where she and Ethel go to work in a candy factory? good times.

so i thought islands floated. big freakin' deal. i have a feeling the next 50 years of my life i will say many, many things that will warrant the "bless her heart" look from bryan, so he'd better get used to it.

besides, i have big boobs, and that makes everything allllright.