More and more I aspire to a kind of stupidity. Well intentioned, convinced everyone is acting in good faith. And while I aspire to that state, I quite rarely achieve it. So often I jump to my own conclusions, fill in from the color-way of my own context and assume, making an ass of myself and the world around me. 

Somewhere between Socrates and Forest Gump is where I aim to be, I think. But damned if I don’t get frustrated easily. Those two don’t seem to get irked much, wether they’re slurping Hemlock or fighting in the Vietnam war. 

I’ll get upset going to the grocery store or writing an email, and that’s just uncool. Not sure how to work on it though, slowly I guess, with intention. Noticing it seems like to be the first step in a process that won’t end once I’m dead.