ignorance is piss

i always found it amazing that i could find things amazing.
i always appreciated the fact that i could appreciate.

that i had a sense of i.
i don't know when it initially occurred to me.
but a certain summer day before grade school when i was reading a weird american text book that's part of my grandparents' collection as educators during the commonwealth era always comes to mind every time i think about it. there were kids in the text book and they had names and they would talk about cupcakes and apple pies and squirrels. it always seemed they had a life of their own and as each disney movie would present to me a different life story, all these characters i think about every time i watch them,

i go "wait a minute, cool- i am some character too". maybe it comes off naturally to some other people but to me it was a very big deal. and it still is.

knowing i can know and that i could make a choice every now and then for myself, for other people, for anything is really cool. i didn't really care if everyone else thought about themselves the same way. i assume everyone does.

but here comes a dead unsystematic marcel saying not everyone does. maybe i got him wrong, i'll find out tomorrow after this quiz on two of his readings. what an unusual way of looking at things. knowing what you don't know is good. but not knowing you can know is hard to imagine.

it is sad. ignorance is bliss but only for a moment. as soon as you realize you are ignorant of something, then you really aren't totally ignorant about it and pretty soon be guilty enough to know.

lisnin to some cool shakira song on google video
sortof readin lipsyncapalooza guidelines
feelin kinda sleepy but thankful