himes

sometimes I think I'm too smart for my own good - err wait - let's try this again.

sometimes I think i get wrapped up in being too smart and fall short on completing the more mechanical actions in my day - like being an administrative automaton and chugging through tasks like they are steps to breathing - just things that you do.

I know i fuck things up

I know I make mistakes

and trust me i know that garner far from a flawless execution record.

But what do you do when a coworker simply cannot accept faults and try to coexist. Of course - I bag her in the middle of the night and put her in a box - seems simple enough.

I'm not really trying to gripe (the griping and commiseration with my boss is enough to satiate any frustration I have at the moment)

But I really do feel the deepest pity for any one individual, who is so apparently flawed, cannot come to terms with those flaws and roll with the punches. And those who can around her - only widen the gap.

Perhaps it is my nature to always have my head in the clouds.
In fact i yearn for floging my existential meat everyday - and I usually the first to take a conversation "off topic"

So then it is settled - I need not mess with those who cannot see the forest for the trees. For we will never understand each other. Especially when you are too busy cataloguing the species - while I'm wondering why the trees are there in the first place.

so I refrain.

I am too smart for my own good.