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September 16, 2008


My wife has two complaints about me.  I’m a butterfly, and I’m stuck in a box.  She’s right on both counts, but I am trying to change.


What do I mean by butterfly, you might ask?  I have trouble maintaining my attention on any one thing for an extended period of time.  My wife likens it to a butterfly flitting from flower to flower to flower...  For instance, I usually have about five or six books going at once.  My wife, on the other hand, will pick up one book, read it, and then move onto the next.  Or I will get interested (obsessed?) with a certain subject, delve into it headfirst, then get bored and move on to another totally unrelated one.


As for the box part, I tend to take things people say very literally.  A couple of examples should suffice.  Someone was once telling me about his son’s soccer team.  His son played goalie.  “The other team was moving the ball toward him, and he fell asleep, and they scored.”  “Fell asleep?” I asked, incredulously.  “That must’ve been really embarrassing.”   Or another.  A friend was telling me about Beethoven’s piano trios, and how much he enjoyed them.  “Piano trios?”  I asked.  “Isn’t that a little overkill?  Two pianos I could maybe see, but three?”  He started to laugh, but stopped when he realized I wasn’t joking.


I believe my maladies can be explained as follows:

1.     I have an insatiable thirst for understanding everything, and I mean everything.  And life is short, so I can’t spend too much time on any one thing.

2.     I have a tendency to be a very trusting person (Pollyanna?), and take anything anybody tells me to be the truth.  And needless to say, I have never been able to construct a bullshit detector for myself.


At least that’s the way I like to think of it.  But as I said earlier, I am trying to change.  I will finish reading one of the books I have going, maybe Steinbeck’s “Travels with Charley,” before I pick up another.  That’s about the best I can do.