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Like most people, the older I get, the more I realize how ignorant I am. I do know some things. The vast majority of my brain is allocated to pop culture references, song lyrics, and sex. I've learned that I read much more than most people; and I'm constantly surprised how many people I meet who equate reading with a root canal with no anesthesia. THis brings me to the vast wasteland of what I don't know:
I'm endlessly using words I've been reading for years and butchering the pronunciation.
I understand money, but math ended for me in the 9th grade. In college I was in "Remedial Math 050". They called me the white guy; and I made some cool friends who also thought algebra was pointless and annoying.
The stock market. All I know is my 401k has been tanking for years.
I utterly fail to understand the mass market appeal of DMB.
Until I was about 27, I was sure "approximately" meant "exactly precisely" Oops.
I know eights of an inch, half inch, quarter inch, but if you point to 5/8th's of an inch on a ruler I can't help ya. I generally hold the "stupid end" of the tape measure when working with anyone less retarded than myself.
I sell computer hardware, and some of the "techs" I talk to baffle me daily.
I live in a house with 2 cats and I don't understand their appeal. All they do is meow for food, for attention, cover my house with cat fur and make at least one room smell really bad. Ugh.
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