The Older I Get The Less I know

It’s funny about wisdom and age. In your teens and 20s you think you know everything. In your 30s you realize you don’t know much. By the time I hit 40, I wondered what did I really know? It seems that everything I thought was the truth is not and pretty much I haven’t learned a dang thing in all these years. I think I have an understanding of something and then BOOM! That theory is bashed. Feels like my head is bashed a lot, too, due to the headaches it causes.

I don’t get people most of the time. I guess I expect them to be more like me and just say what is on their minds and go on. Nope. Recently I have been trying to interact with people who wanna play games or who are coy or whatever. That just makes me want to scream WTF?!?!?!?!? Obviously they have something on their minds. Their actions tell me this. But they won’t say it. Stop playing the damn games and just tell me. We’re not in middle school. What you have to say may or may not be pleasant but neither is the guessing. And while that may be fun for you, it’s childish and immature.

I also don’t get the whole doing the right thing issue. I do what I should and do the right things and yet I get nowhere. I see people who treat people like crap and they get ahead. I don’t get it. It confuses me and makes me want to cry. It goes against everything in me to even consider not doing the right thing. I guess for some people it doesn’t matter.

I dunno. Today I am in a quandary and I am frustrated. Frustration leads to anger or at the very least, grumpiness. So forgive me. I am thinking things through as I type. One thing I wonder is am I going to know less tomorrow than I know today? That seems to be the case.