Mrs. T and I were chatting about the decline and fall of Western civilization while driving from Smalltown to St. Louis the other day, and I offered the following Universal Explanation of everything bad about the world: Most people are stupid. She agreed, reluctantly.
-Terry Teachout (I read it here)
Oh dear. Here’s a fear of mine: I fear my stupidity. I fear I’m not as smart as I think I am … and I already think I’m not all that smart.
I also fear I’m actually a horrible musician and no one has the heart to tell me.
And I fear that people are being nice to me — pretending to be my friend — because they feel so sorry for me. I know at some point they’ll come clean and explain that.
A puzzlement:
At the same time I think I’m smart (or at least not-so-dumb), a good musician (or at least not-so-bad) and that my friends like me (at least a little).
How stupid is that??