I always worry about posting things officially, or for people to read. For my whole life I've kept a decent public face so that I wouldn't offend people, but the downside is that I very rarely get to express my whole self for fear of driving off anyone with any kind of judgment of character. Sadly, or not sadly, I enjoy being irreverent By irreverent, I mean squeezing my palms together during church to make farting sounds--that's why Trisha doesn't sit by me at church... Seriously though, I just *really *really enjoy asking the questions that nobody is willing to ask, or prying into all kinds of business that isn't mine, but not to exploit people or blackmail them; it's to learn. To me, it's a love affair with honesty. What is *really going on in the world and why do we *really do what we do?
I laughed at a couple college student friends of mine for asking too many questions. That's what college often does: it trains you to ask questions, not seek answers. I spent way too much time in both during my BA studies. But the irony lies in the fact that despite my new desires for practical learning, I still just LOVE knowing how things work and why. If I could have my way, and actually remember a quarter of the things I'd learn, I'd get a self-made degree...a PhD in Everything.
But back to the irreverence, I have to cite a friend I made while on our honeymoon in Mexico that sum up my thoughts on my blog: escucha cabrón, está en nuestro país
As for the title of my blog...Trisha stumbled upon a picture she felt explains me:
(from http://www.sparkpeople.com/mypage.asp?id=RUBELLA)
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