I was just thinking the other day how long it’s been since I really listened to some new music, like just released on a Tuesday and home with me, to be listened to at high volume preferably in a residential area (tell me if you recognize that reference). In this age of digital media and … Continue reading In the Mix: From Adam Lambert to Janet Jackson
Dear Journal, In talking with a friend earlier I began really thinking about my stance on violence. From the time I could make such decisions I’ve been a pacifist, someone who believes non-violence is the best way to go at all times. Maybe that’s only been the case, though, because no one did anything that … Continue reading Dear Journal: Ultra-Violence
She came into our lives clandestinely, as a sort of castoff from a lady who had too many to begin with. It was originally going to be a short stay. We already had another one, and we weren’t looking to expand our little army, but one look in her eyes and I know I was … Continue reading The Other Cleopatra
I am broken and scarred Left behind by too many Stranded by the roadside Of apathy and chagrin Between these two extremes Shackled to a burning tree That is never consumed And a rainbow never blooms Even though the storm is gone Replaced by a Judas kiss Bloody in its welcome Sheltered under this twilight … Continue reading Broken
“Look around you and choose an object in the room. Now write something from the point of view of that object.” A small child walks past me, intent in a conversation with herself. I can’t often tell what they’re saying when they come in here because of the voices swirling around my circuitry, but I … Continue reading 300 Writing Prompts: #49
Okay, so she gets it honest. Lexi absolutely hates being wrong, at any time, in any way. In fact, she will try her best to convince you after the fact that she’s still right regardless of the evidence against that even remotely being true. She reminds me of myself when she gets obstinate like that, crafting entire scenarios to bolster her version of events, creating entirely new scientific evidence from thin air to support her claim. But in the end she’s not even really convincing herself, just really trying to distance herself from what she perceives as failure.
We’ve talked about it often, this inability to accept the truth when it skews differently from her opinion, and it bothers me because I see her growing up as this inflexible human being, like I still am at times. I guess it’s true that we want something more for our children than we’ve had, and in this case I don’t want her to have this portion of herself be like me. I want her to be open to the glory of being wrong. The following conversation happened while we were reading Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.
Me: So, Lexi, why do you think Harry is worried about this potion that Snape just gave to Professor Lupin?
Lexi: I don’t know.
Me: Well, think about it. Harry thinks Snape is evil, AND he knows that Snape wants Lupin’s job. Why would that worry him, Snape giving Lupin the potion?
Lexi: I don’t know what you want me to say!
Me: I don’t want you saying something just because. I want you to use some of your own reasoning skills and arrive at an educated guess.
Lexi: But I don’t know.
Me: Well, how do you think Snape could get Lupin’s job? And how might a potion have anything to do with that plan?
Lexi: Maybe the potion could give Snape Lupin’s job.
Me: How?
Lexi: Daaaaaad. I don’t want to guess anymore. Continue reading “Chatting With Lexi: On Being Wrong”
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