My friend Humberto once told me I was “…all brains and heart”. I think about that often. It’s interesting when other people tell you their perception of you–because you can sort of stand back and ponder what they meant. I sense that when Humberto looks at me, he sees a huge, gooey, messy, pulsating, brain-heart.
Alan used to say that I’m really intelligent…I just have no common sense. I also think about that. Yes. He’s right. I have no common sense. I do things without thinking them through–I just launch myself into them and–well–we’ll see where I end up. If Alan were reading this, he would now ask: “And how’s that working for you, Love?”
It’s not really. Being all brains and heart isn’t necessarily a good thing. Your composition ratio is roughly 50% brains and 50% heart. You either think about things too much or you give too much or you hurt a lot.
It’s exhausting.
I ought to do something about that.
Hmm, but what’s the alternative? Muscle? Callous? A little stomach perhaps?
I think brains and heart is pretty much where I’m at, too. But I think we come in pretty good packages.