Sometimes introspection comes and I write about what I know. The thing I know now is some introspection so, dayum, this is your lucky day.
The idea Practical Intelligence vs Creative Intelligence is fascinating to me since it explains a great many things in terms of the pragmatism we can bring different aspects of reality.
Cadillac Man mentioned yesterday there was patriotism in me in honoring the flag and surrendering to the draft. However, that isn't what happened since I saw it as Fate and drawing a 19 in the lottery sealed it. Understanding that, for me, none of it was real may be impossible for well, anyone, but it's almost guaranteed for the PI.
Inquiring Mind: you seriously believe you did not know what you were doing?
I knew, alright, but I didn't believe it was real. When I did decide it was real, the Grand Canyon opened between me and the rest of the world. This isn't about loneliness but rather the immensities of perception. There's also no interest in slagging myself since my presence did mean some other Dagwood didn't have to do it. That aspect took decades to grasp.
The epiphanic aspect is the PI approach to things seems to be chosen but I did not feel as if I had chosen anything in becoming a CI, it's just the thing I do. This has nothing to do with something is from the left brain or the right brain since we see only irrelevance when it doesn't matter if we carry it about in a teacup and we choose which tea is in it at any given time.
There seems to be a dominant aspect since PIs tend to continue thinking as PIs and I'm not convinced CIs continue based on a conscious decision beyond it feels the right thing to do. In that respect, I suspect the PI derives consistent positive fulfillment for continuing with that thinking whereas the CI probably does not.
For example, I can fix a toilet, mostly, and it will probably work. I broke a headset a couple of months ago but I 'fixed' it with a pipe cleaner so, wtf, it works and the job is done. It's still working and there simply isn't any interest in thinking in that way except in terms of task fulfillment.
PIs can fix things with great ease and they can often fix just about anything. They can be brilliant or dumb asses just as with anyone else and it's the same with CIs since some write symphonies while Lather thrashes the air with his hands.
There is an epiphany since there wasn't much physical damage from the military but the Grand Canyon was in my mind and I've wandered around in there much of my life. It's only in quite recent years I saw there wasn't a reason to do that so there are definitely joy joy feelings, not so much because I figured it out but rather because I don't have to do it anymore. I can't say I've ever had much use for hiking anyway but skiing was fine even when I wasn't even the shade of one of the juniors who could fly through the air with the greatest of ease with their skis.
I did get everyone in the family skiing behind that. My ol' Dad had tried and failed years before but this time they saw me doing it and thought, wtf, I can do that. It's more than likely some of them are still doing it. (takes a humble bow ... larfs ... falls over)
I'm not going to do any nostalgia for skiing since you will have to discover that for yourself. I can provide some incentive, however. For whatever scents you may detect just now ... that ain't in the mountains. For whatever smog there maybe in your town, it ain't there. For any of the bugs which may be bothering you, they ain't there either. There are, however, the most supremely-proportion posterior natures for the ski bunnies ... but ... you slide past them since they only hang around in the lodge. Head out to do some slidin' and you will find also some deliciously-proportioned posterior reflections as well and you're following down the slope so what else will you watch, cabron.
After the lifts shut down, you're going to head for the spaghetti, aren't you ... and you're going to eat all you can stuff into yourself since you need that boost for the next day. What you do after that is on you since there are three things to do in a ski resort: ski, party, and have sex. Tallyho, mates.
Oh, and bag the damn cocaine since that's not a Rocky Mountain High. That's a fake buzz which will steal the real one. That's not sexy; thats not sexy, at all.
The idea Practical Intelligence vs Creative Intelligence is fascinating to me since it explains a great many things in terms of the pragmatism we can bring different aspects of reality.
Cadillac Man mentioned yesterday there was patriotism in me in honoring the flag and surrendering to the draft. However, that isn't what happened since I saw it as Fate and drawing a 19 in the lottery sealed it. Understanding that, for me, none of it was real may be impossible for well, anyone, but it's almost guaranteed for the PI.
Inquiring Mind: you seriously believe you did not know what you were doing?
I knew, alright, but I didn't believe it was real. When I did decide it was real, the Grand Canyon opened between me and the rest of the world. This isn't about loneliness but rather the immensities of perception. There's also no interest in slagging myself since my presence did mean some other Dagwood didn't have to do it. That aspect took decades to grasp.
The epiphanic aspect is the PI approach to things seems to be chosen but I did not feel as if I had chosen anything in becoming a CI, it's just the thing I do. This has nothing to do with something is from the left brain or the right brain since we see only irrelevance when it doesn't matter if we carry it about in a teacup and we choose which tea is in it at any given time.
There seems to be a dominant aspect since PIs tend to continue thinking as PIs and I'm not convinced CIs continue based on a conscious decision beyond it feels the right thing to do. In that respect, I suspect the PI derives consistent positive fulfillment for continuing with that thinking whereas the CI probably does not.
For example, I can fix a toilet, mostly, and it will probably work. I broke a headset a couple of months ago but I 'fixed' it with a pipe cleaner so, wtf, it works and the job is done. It's still working and there simply isn't any interest in thinking in that way except in terms of task fulfillment.
PIs can fix things with great ease and they can often fix just about anything. They can be brilliant or dumb asses just as with anyone else and it's the same with CIs since some write symphonies while Lather thrashes the air with his hands.
There is an epiphany since there wasn't much physical damage from the military but the Grand Canyon was in my mind and I've wandered around in there much of my life. It's only in quite recent years I saw there wasn't a reason to do that so there are definitely joy joy feelings, not so much because I figured it out but rather because I don't have to do it anymore. I can't say I've ever had much use for hiking anyway but skiing was fine even when I wasn't even the shade of one of the juniors who could fly through the air with the greatest of ease with their skis.
I did get everyone in the family skiing behind that. My ol' Dad had tried and failed years before but this time they saw me doing it and thought, wtf, I can do that. It's more than likely some of them are still doing it. (takes a humble bow ... larfs ... falls over)
I'm not going to do any nostalgia for skiing since you will have to discover that for yourself. I can provide some incentive, however. For whatever scents you may detect just now ... that ain't in the mountains. For whatever smog there maybe in your town, it ain't there. For any of the bugs which may be bothering you, they ain't there either. There are, however, the most supremely-proportion posterior natures for the ski bunnies ... but ... you slide past them since they only hang around in the lodge. Head out to do some slidin' and you will find also some deliciously-proportioned posterior reflections as well and you're following down the slope so what else will you watch, cabron.
After the lifts shut down, you're going to head for the spaghetti, aren't you ... and you're going to eat all you can stuff into yourself since you need that boost for the next day. What you do after that is on you since there are three things to do in a ski resort: ski, party, and have sex. Tallyho, mates.
Oh, and bag the damn cocaine since that's not a Rocky Mountain High. That's a fake buzz which will steal the real one. That's not sexy; thats not sexy, at all.
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