Well, I’ve decided to try my hand at economics. I’m starting with reading The Wealth of Nations, by Adam Smith. I have a really nifty hardbound copy that my neat-o sister gave to me for Christmas a while back, and it survived the fire in great shape.
I’m really hoping it’ll be my ticket to a Nobel prize, but I’m worried that I’m not a genius at it, like that Beautiful Mind guy. Except, I’m not a loony like he was.
That’s something that’s worried me for a while – I don’t think I’m defective enough to be a genius.
As far as I know, all the great artists and thinkers were pulling french fries from the curly fry bin, if you know what I mean. Even that movie The Aviator showed Hughes to have an assortment of aberrations, from fearing germs to whatever else it was. Or maybe it’s just that DiCaprio is so great at playing retards, like in What’s Eating Gilbert Grape.
But enough about them, this blog is about me. I’m not even going to mention Kim, either.
I’ve been a somewhat decent artist – never considered myself “good,” but I can string some light and shadow into an illustration. Today I found my pack of drawings from an art class a few years ago, and there’s some decent drawings in there.
But I’m not great.
I can write a paragraph or two, and sometimes it’s entertaining. But I suck at dialog and character development, so novel writing is definitely out of reach. On the other hand, I’ve written a couple nearly proficient children’s books, which would be really nifty if I could illustrate them.
And now, economics. Will I contribute anything great to the world? Will I have huge flashes of insight that normally come to people who’s brains are firing on surplus cylinders?
Who knows. But, today I went and buzzed my hair off because it was feeling too long and greasy, and it’s only been about two or three weeks since my last buzz. And then I remembered that I can’t stand listening to people chew. I like playing with tape on my fingers just like Cindy, and she’s a pretty darn good artist. Do those count as funky eccentricities? Am I sufficiently handicapped in one area to allow me to utterly excel in others?
In the immortal words of The Tick, “I’m hoping I’m just abnormal enough!”