Sometimes I feel like such an idiot. Other times, I’m a genius. It’s when I’m thinking I’m a genius and turn out to in fact be an idiot that it’s the worst.
It recalls with fear the changes as we get older. Am I the little old lady who stares in awe at the counter while the computer screen brings up the exact item she was seeking for years? "Oh my, can it do that?"
I bounce around with all the joy of discovery, thinking I’m hip and cool, and "look what this can do!" when all around me are going, "Yeah, so?"
Either I have to get more with the program here, or learn to hide my enthusiasm better and go with the "I knew that" smug expression. Or, just accept appearing a bit dotty and hopefully cute in an elderly sort of way.
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