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I'm jealous of stupid people....

I have lived my entire life with the burden of consequence and repercussion looming over my shoulder. Obviously as a child, these concepts came in the form of "Mom and Dad". There were so many things that I wanted to do that I never tried because of these parameters. There were some things that I tried and managed to keep from them in order to avoid the penalties that came from "Mom and Dad". Other times, these "book ends of severity" were right there when I stepped off of the trodden path and decided to go my own stupid, adolescent, irresponsible way. They quickly got me back on the straight and narrow. Now, as an adult, I may not always make the best decision, but I look at consequence and repercussion and I appropriately weigh their possibilities before making a decision.

Since I have been here, I have had an epiphany, I realize that there are some people here who have NEVER been hampered by the confines of common sense, consequence, repercussion, or rational thought. I thought about that as I was spending my entire day trying to look into a situation. There are some people in their twenties, thirties, forties, and older who have never thought once past the action that they were making. I thought about that, and in an odd way I felt a little jealousy. A "well-grounded" person is perhaps someone who has never "flown", I thought about the individuals I had to deal with today and I realized that in an odd way, to be completely freaking ignorant and devoid of logic must in some odd way be liberating. Hmmmm.....I guess some people are tragically free.

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