Relief.

What I miss least: Having to play it cool or bluff my way through.

Proof:

–It really doesn’t matter that I can’t divide fractions.

–Running the quarter-mile in less than 60 seconds just one time was enough.

—The daily newspaper’s big front-page correction on my city council story is buried in a microfiche drawer in a basement. Far away.

–People forget bad perms.

–I never wonder if a man likes me.

These realizations, and easy access to Google, make me smart enough.

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One Comment

  1. stephen
    Posted May 8, 2010 at 6:11 AM | Permalink

    Thanks for the poetic perspective. I like this a lot.

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