As I sit here in my underwear staring at my computer screen, I am brought back to a conversation I had easrlier this night with a coworker of mine. Our conversation mainly revolved around me and what a hard time I've been having lately. He gave me a lot of key points to think on, but one thing he said to me, stuck out so much in my mind that I keep repeating it so much that it just runs over and over like a race track... Never ending circle.... "Amelia, you have so much potnential. You just haven't realized it yet." He then proceeded to tell me how intelligent and ambitious I am, and how attractive it is. Me?! Attractive? Ambitious?! Little Amelia who can barely finish a lot of the things she starts. Amelia whose main goal in life right now is to successfully fit seven oreos in her mouth at once. How could anyone ever look up to me?! After that whole thought process ran through my head and sputting many various arguements against this, I finally had to give up. He gave me so many wonderful things to think about. For example, the first thing I did when I got home was look up intelligence. I know what it means, what it refers to, but I don't know what it IS.
In-tel-li-gence- n. quickness of understanding/mental ability
Definitely not me.
And how on earth can we measure this? With IQ tests? I think not. Anyone can memorize an equation and the life cycle of a star, but how many people can diffuse an angry parent from hurting their child? How do you measure that? To me, intelligence is street smarts. If you can survive the world and be a better person because of it and give me advice for it, I consider you intelligent, useful, and just plain wonderful.
When I reach the point that I can feel comfortable labeling myself intelligent, then I know that I will have suceeded. Success, never being one of my strong points, is the one thing I crave, I feed on, I demand. I anger over it, I get high off of it, it controls the world. It controls me.
To gain success is to be intelligent. To be intelligent is to have experienced. The be experienced is to have lived through a period of time.
I'm only 20. I have all of the time in the world.
Anyway, time to clean my room because I will not be sleeping anytime soon.
Love ya.
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Since intelligence is one of the few things we are left with when this life is over you are definitely on the right track. I'm just hoping I have five brain cells left after I'm done raising my kids.
are you ever going to update your blog?
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