This is just some more fragmentary Midlife Crisis grumps and meanderings.
Just like I sometimes like to joke that I feel like I got just a little bit dumber with each university degree I earned, in my grumpier and more depressive moments, I sometimes feel that the only true wisdom I have gained, thus far, as I have gotten older is in simply realising just how little it is that I actually know.
Just like I sometimes like to joke that I feel like I got just a little bit dumber with each university degree I earned, in my grumpier and more depressive moments, I sometimes feel that the only true wisdom I have gained, thus far, as I have gotten older is in simply realising just how little it is that I actually know.
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That was quite harsh didacticism there, and I like it. Channeling your inner Socrates with that final statement in your description, I see? The title makes me feel like I'm a slave being sold for profit, and the fact I might know the truth makes me like a damaged good that must be discounted for sale.
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