03/01/07 08:15 - 32ºF - ID#38322
I Come Carrying Brain Matter
Yes, I am alive.
And, in case you didn't know, my name is Faben and I am ink2's daughter.
I'm sure you've heard a lot about me (if not, check out imk2's journal) because she sure has brought me up quite a few times. I've just finished scouring all of her entries...and all I have to say is...
Wow, my mother writes like a sixth grader.
Like, really? Does she talks to all of her adult friends like that?
I'm honestly asking!
Truthfully, I think the infinite wisdom of adulthood is quite a disappointment.
Maybe it's just the fact that most adults (usually the younger ones) seem to think they are superior to children. The same goes for children themselves. It's like...grade-school rivalry!
I don't think that adults have forgotten what it is like to be a kid, so I'm not sure what's causing it.
( I mean, really, I've made one of my teachers cry and another one of my teachers humiliated in front of our principal...twice...each.)
I am not only using my mother as an example to create a stereotypical assumption.
Many times, when I was very young, I sat and listened to adult conversations. Things like religion, how the earth was created, etcetera... I always listened in on them, and I thought that they were so amazing and smart.
But now, I understand "the big words" and I really know what adults talk about...
Somehow, it reminds me of "Flower's for Algernon."
Do you know that book? It's about a retarded man who undergoes an operation that ups his intelligence.
Once he is able to understand the world around him, he realizes just how disappointing everyone is.
They're not as smart as they were when he was stupid.
But I'm sitting here, listening...
listening to all the things that spew from my mom's mouth when she is not directly speaking to me.
I don't even talk about half the things my mother talks about.
I mean...who cares about hair styles?! Who cares about who's dating who?! Who cares about worthless celebrities?! Who cares about that certain person who can't stand to be around but you hang out with anyway?!
Didn't you ever leave high school???
Yeah,
maybe I'm just a little kid talking out of my butt.
ps. This entry does not apply to all adults.
pps. I've just realized everyone on this site is an adult.
ppps. Oh no...
And, in case you didn't know, my name is Faben and I am ink2's daughter.
I'm sure you've heard a lot about me (if not, check out imk2's journal) because she sure has brought me up quite a few times. I've just finished scouring all of her entries...and all I have to say is...
Wow, my mother writes like a sixth grader.
Like, really? Does she talks to all of her adult friends like that?
I'm honestly asking!
Truthfully, I think the infinite wisdom of adulthood is quite a disappointment.
Maybe it's just the fact that most adults (usually the younger ones) seem to think they are superior to children. The same goes for children themselves. It's like...grade-school rivalry!
I don't think that adults have forgotten what it is like to be a kid, so I'm not sure what's causing it.
( I mean, really, I've made one of my teachers cry and another one of my teachers humiliated in front of our principal...twice...each.)
I am not only using my mother as an example to create a stereotypical assumption.
Many times, when I was very young, I sat and listened to adult conversations. Things like religion, how the earth was created, etcetera... I always listened in on them, and I thought that they were so amazing and smart.
But now, I understand "the big words" and I really know what adults talk about...
Somehow, it reminds me of "Flower's for Algernon."
Do you know that book? It's about a retarded man who undergoes an operation that ups his intelligence.
Once he is able to understand the world around him, he realizes just how disappointing everyone is.
They're not as smart as they were when he was stupid.
But I'm sitting here, listening...
listening to all the things that spew from my mom's mouth when she is not directly speaking to me.
I don't even talk about half the things my mother talks about.
I mean...who cares about hair styles?! Who cares about who's dating who?! Who cares about worthless celebrities?! Who cares about that certain person who can't stand to be around but you hang out with anyway?!
Didn't you ever leave high school???
Yeah,
maybe I'm just a little kid talking out of my butt.
ps. This entry does not apply to all adults.
pps. I've just realized everyone on this site is an adult.
ppps. Oh no...


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Thanks everyone for all the comments. I love the feedback!
Right now, I'm thinking that maybe a few of you should reread(or read for the first time...) Flowers for Algernon.
It's really a good book.
And about everything else...
well there's just too much to respond to so I'll just say "hello."
By the way,
dont expect me to bring this entry topic up again.
Once is enough!
Did you know that it has been one of the top 100 most challenged books in U.S. school systems? Apparently, there is something there that some adults don't want kids to know.
Personally, I think saying that Flowers for Algernon is about a mouse is like saying that Moby Dick is about a whale. But what do I know? I used to be Melville scholar once upon a time.
About being an "adult" - it's only a matter of age and experience. Young minds are sharp and everyone knows that. It's true that once you get older you start caring about different stuff, but it doesn't fundamentally change who you are. Experience does that.
Disappointment is unhealthy. We are who we are, idiosyncrasies and all.
Damn alzheimers.
ps. Welcome to the site!
and don't knock sixth grade writing and celebrity gossip. don't I clearly recall you watching 'i love new york' and 'flavor of love'? you laugh just like the rest of us. and if you have all of this intelligence and brain matter that you claim to possess, use it for something useful. do something that'll make an impact and don't complain about things you have no intention of changing.