I'm Only As Smart As My Stupidity Allows.

So today I found a notebook of mine. It was from 1981 to 1982. It basically covers my post high school summer through my college freshman Spring term; age 17 and 18. Yes, thanks to odd enrollment rules (having to be age 6 by January 1 of the school year), and probably my ability to drive my parents bonkers, I graduated high school at age 17. This fact makes the stuff in this notebook potentially more embarrassing.

So I risked potentially fatal embarrassment and peeked inside the cover. Atop the first page I saw "The Air Head Girls." It is a poem and overwhelmed me with embarrassment. I wondered what kind of idiocy that I had scribbled in this notebook. I am going to wait to find out more until I begin trying to decipher my teenage handwriting and type them up.

Maybe I should figure out if I should go back in time and smack myself in the head for this embarrassing idiocy or pat myself on the shoulder for being so vulnerable, even if thirty three years later this stuff confuses me beyond my years of experience. All I know is that, if I ever publish this stuff, it is going to be titled "I'm Only As Smart As My Stupidity Allows."