It’s pretty much offical at this point in my life that I have too much info in my brain.
I worked hard in high school, I was able to get a full scholarship to collage and I even have a masters at this point. Why?? Mostly because it took me this long to get my shit together and being in a book store for me is like going to church. And by saying this please don’t fucking put me into a two-dimensional cubby hole. I know it would be very tempting to place me safely into a “nerd” category, and fuck yeah I’m a nerd, but I’m also more than that. I’ve never been two dimensional … I’m comfortable in a library, and I’m comfortable in a strip club, and I’m comfortable fishing in a bayou. I just have too much education because I wanted to see how far I could go … and I was just bored.
Now I could careless about what I know, or what I think I know. I understand the purpose of education, it’s a wonderful thing, but it constantly separates me from the ones I love. Complex and hard to explain, and I don’t feel as if explaining it will do anything. I’m only writing this down now because I’m bored, and can’t sleep, and I forgot my amp so I can’t play guitar. It’s good to know things but the more you know the more it ties you down, and worries you. Too much information … there is just too much access to information, and it hasn’t done any of us any good. Since the beginning we’ve wanted to know things and it’s just gotten us into trouble.
Sometimes you can know too much.
None of this has anything to do with bone pictures, I’ve just apparently lost my mind. Seriously aren’t you tired of everything making sense??
