I love robots. They are so darn cool. I was riveted to Robot Wars when it used to be on (wonder what happened to it by the way?). I imagine, if I had enough food and liquid, that I could watch Robot Wars for a week straight. I’m fascinated by that robot that vacuums the house for you, and even that little robot dog they sell at Best Buy, assuming he does something cool other than bark. Maybe they could remake him so he could both bark, and fill the pet food bowls? A robot’s job should be to be useful in some way. Anyway, I digress.
My point is, I love robots, but don’t have the faintest idea how they work. You could tell me that a magic genie made them, and even if I didn’t believe you sober, I might possibly be that gullible in other states of mind. Even if I built one from following directions, I’d be able to tell you what parts I needed to build it, but not why those parts were needed. That isn’t the kind of intelligence I have.
I hate hearing people of all ages talk about being dumb or stupid. I really don’t understand why we all get so angry at ourselves for not being great at everything under the sun. There are not only different kinds of intelligences, but there is also life knowledge that can be built up and make one intelligent too. You know this, I know this – but why do we still do it?
One thing is certain to me – no one is dumb at everything. So people, quit beating yourself up (and if you aren’t going to quit beating yourself up about it, quit telling everyone how dumb you feel without trying to change anything)! If you have the skills study up on the subject you feel dumb in, and if you don’t, remember that not everyone can do the things that you can do, seriously.
Have they made a robot to wash dishes yet? Sigh. Speaking of dumb…
Take care,
Rose
