I keep thinking I'm going to have this tremendous blog-through moment where I'm going to come up with the ultimate post that sums up the essence of this journey -- and the essence of my future goal and why it's so important.
But it never really happens. I walk around my apartment complex, my mind wanders and I eventually reach, well, nothing really.
ONE DECIDED FACTOR -- PICKING UP CHICKS
I did realize a few things over the past few days. For one, I care about how attractive females are, thus, to some degree turnabout must be fair play [although, they measure us by looks and money/potential -- while we basically judge them by looks and, I suppose, future motherhood].
But, I do know that just like the fact that statisticians can correlate roughly the same value between being blond and being a college graduate (and being both is better) -- then, all else being equal, it's truly in my best interest to be both blond and a college graduate: Go to school and, duh, dye your hair. But, since I'm not female that won't work for me. (this is written about at length in freakenomics).
Nonetheless, I do fully understand that though I will have an advanced degree -- I can further my opportunities for success by reducing my weight size (essentially turning a negative into a plain zero). Of course, I can then, too, increase it to a positive by reducing my waist size and developing an aesthetically pleasing/attractive body. Although it strikes me as vain (as in vanity) -- it also strikes me as being realistic. Understanding the numbers and doing things to increase those odds. HOpefully it doesn't make me a bad person too :-).
RIDE ALONG STORY
So I went along on a ride-along tonight and one interesting thing came out of it. Cop told us that the worst part about meth and heroine addiction is that the addict cares about nothing else but getting the drug. And I immediately thought to myself: Now that's the human drive/determination that should be aspirational. Not the content of the drive -- but the focus of it.
kc.
Sunday, August 14, 2005
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