Day 83: Wednesday
Let’s jump right in.
I was born ambidextrous, so I know this first hand.
More like you were born ambidextrous, so, you know — both hands.
For our readers, that’s the best I’ve got today. What follows will almost certainly be downhill.
Zak, when I first met you, before you married my sister, I’m pretty sure you were under the impression that the Socratic method was not only for philosophy but also for socializing. Actually I’m pretty sure that exact thought must have been going through your head during that season of life.
“I like your green tee-shirt.”
“Is green your favorite color?”
“Um… actually, it is.”
“And why’s that?”
To clarify, is that how we became friends? Because I’m pretty sure with your sister it was the purple dress 🙂
I do love to socialize that way. What’s your favorite this? Between these two (ridiculous) options, which would you choose? How many X do you think you could fend off before Y happened?
And you got it right — the money question follows: “Why”? We get a glimpse inside someone’s head, how they reason, feel, communicate, react. By beginning with ‘random’ questions there is an innocence to that barrier slowly eroding — the opposite of global warming, if you will.
Zak, in other letters I’ve often bemoaned the lack of sound advice to be found in classical literature for picking up girls. It turns out I’ve just been reading the wrong books all this time. The Greek philosophers certainly didn’t let you down.
Not a lot of commentary here. I just really appreciate this observation. A hearty laugh burst out when I read it. It rings just as true this morning and makes me smile.
I agree we can’t always take the advice of Greek philosophers — that why may only get you so far. But hey it got me to the girl, and for the rest, there’s that faith thing you mention.
p.s. I realize I mostly just commented on your post yesterday. I had originally wanted to write about why curiosity was a good thing, and to some degree, I suppose we’ve suggested the benefits of being curious. But your post yesterday was just that good that I couldn’t help myself – my brief musings on curiosity simply wouldn’t have been as good.
p.p.s. I’ve had this thing lately where I’ve been acting like a flamingo. Your sister has been irate and told me to stop it. I didn’t want to, so I put my foot down. I guess she won anyway…
p.p.p.s. The title of this post kind of sounds like a really bad name for a band…