I have to admit something: I judge people who have a confederate flag pattern painted on the Chevy logo in the middle of the grill of their giant Suburban SUV. I don't think well of them. I assume that they are not good people. Let's forget about that.
A good, kind person is like a really snappy drum riff in a Led Zeppelin tune: she makes you smile, he lifts your spirits. I think you know what I mean. Also, a really smart person, clever and quick-witted, can make your day better just by talking within earshot. Don't misunderstand me, It's not that I can only appreciate intelligence. I'm not often bothered by the buzzing drone of thoughtlessness around me. I try to appreciate the various qualities of people: a kind demeanor, an ethical world-view, a generous nature, a fun attitude, a beautiful appearance, an obvious love for those they're with. Intelligence, however, engages my appreciation whenever I encounter it without regard for my will. It overcomes my defenses and demands my interest. I am a sucker for it. If some cruel magician forced me to choose between being an intelligent asshole or being a benevolent idiot, I'd struggle and fret, but I'd eventually choose to be a benevolent idiot. Hopefully I'd be too dumb to regret the decision later.
I've been wondering, as I sit here, what sort of vehicle would be the polar opposite of a giant Suburban SUV with a confederate flag pattern on the grill emblem. I'm not sure, but I keep picturing a giant hot-air balloon. I can't decide what would be painted on it, but it would be big and obvious and it would make my favorite people smile.
Hello, friends. What do you think?
Love.
