Thanksgiving

I had thanksgiving this evening with my aunt and uncle and cousins. We went to my cousin Gordie’s high school friends house. I ate a lot. Drank a little bit of beer. Made sure I ate a lot though. Mid morning I went to a thanksgiving high school football game at holy cross, my uncles college. It was nice. I saw all the high school kids. It made me remember the days of high school I went to a lot of high schools. I probably enjoyed florida the most. Even tho I wasn’t so much ingrained into the school. Everyone liked me tho. That was great. I went to a lot of parties and met a lot of people. Pitman NJ was alright. Pretty limited and drab though. Not a lot of big thinkers.

I was reading in a psychology book about intellectual ability. They talked about the factors involed with being intelligent. I always deemed myself as intelligent. As thinking outside the box. As being unconventional and risky and doing things with the intent to learn. Analytical thinkers are those who tend to score higher on IQ tests. Although I did pretty well on the iq test I don’t think it accurately represents the value in me. I believe that I myself have more value than any test ever makes me out to be. That’s why I associated and really related with the facets involved with creative thinkers. They are more intrinsically motivated. They seek unconventional ways. They make mistakesin order to learn from them. They brainstorm. Analytical thinkers tend to be bright in an area of study, score high on IQ tests, but don’t create or invent novel ideas. They don’t think outside the box or make contributions to a field. Creative thinkers are the people who dream and try and try and make ideas work.

I think of myself as creative. I actually like to think of myself as extremely well rounded. This is why I think of myself as a leader. One who thinkers analytically, creatively, and practically when the time calls for it.

So today was sorta slow. The northeast tends to be gray. I need sunlight. I got my hair cut. The sides are a little too short for my long face but I still would take this hair over my longers, homelier, long hair any day.

G***** doesn’t talk much. He’s usually pretty offensive, too serious and he jabs at weaknesses. I know that weak people do that to cover up their own flaws. The smart people refuse to stoop. I often stoop in order to prevent people from walking over me. Or to prevent the idea that it’s alright from entering their head. I feel good. I feel like I want to accomplish work. Not like desperately but I’m looking forward to getting all my school work done either tomorrow or Saturday, no excuses. And if I have more, or if I perfect or study any more for the remaining weekend I plan to.

I want to set up goals and desires and pin point them. I want to be around challenges and stimulating environments. Landmark college forces me to delve within myself. I mean… it does… cause if I didn’t… I’d go insane. Or depressed. I need to let creative tendencies out. I need to create. To find novel meaning. To find meaning that moves or that’s profound. I have a very hard time getting along without it and I often find that I get easily depressed if I lack that component of life.