I get along with kids, and I especially like the challenge of teenagers. Teenagers, when being informal, will not give you an ounce of pity, especially if they sense you are weak. And every teenager will test an adult to see if the adult is weak, indecisive, and above all -- fake.
I met Ellie, a niece of a friend of mine, while I was on vacation. After talking to her for a short time, she smiled, and looked at me.
"I'm smarter than you." she said.
"Really?" I replied. "You know this after only talking to me for a little while."
"Yes."
"That's interesting. But I have a question for you: How does someone measure intelligence? There are many ways to do this...can you tell me which way is the right way?"
Ellie thinks about this.
"I don't like your face." she says.
"Why don't you like it?"
"It's OLD. You have wrinkles, crow's feet by your eyes."
There is a mirror nearby. I go up to it, and I take a good look. Ellie is right. I have TONS of wrinkles, and crow's feet by my eyes.
"You're right." I say. "I have some wrinkles, but most of them are actually scars. The scars of life."
Ellie laughs at this. Because I am not offended by her, she decides I'm okay, being an adult.
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Just want you to know that I'm here and I'm reading. Most of your recent posts don't need comments as they shine on their own.
Hey, thanks. I'm always reading your site, too. It has been a wonderful discovery, the naturalness of it continue to flow. I was watching the fireflies last night, they pulse, pulse, pulse...they sang of the silence in bits of light, we do it in words.
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