I don't know...

When I was reading about Socrates a couple nights ago (the Night of the Lost Blog Post), I read an interesting quote. Actually, since Socrates never wrote anything down (why? could he not a find a pen?), we can only go by what other people, like Plato, managed to write about him. And according to Plato, Socrates said something akin to, "the only thing I know is that I know nothing." I'm guessing the idea here is that there's always room to learn and grow, so we should never presume to be "know-it-alls"... Of course, there are certain things that I DO know for sure -- like the fact that "comfortability" is not a real word... and the fact that my skyline view is awesome... and the fact that chocolate is delicious... and possibly therapeutic.

But really, Socrates was right on target. I mean, there is so much more that I DON'T know than I do know. In fact, half the time, I wander through life completely uncertain of what's going on... what am I doing? What is my purpose? Am I on the right path? And why are those rubber "Crocs" shoes so popular???

Some other examples of things I don't know:

I don't know enough about what's going on in Egypt... I tend to avoid news and politics because it's generally all quite depressing and angry -- but at the same time, I hate to be ignorant about the world...

I don't know where our third Crate and Barrel lamp is. But I hope it's somewhere in our storage unit.

I don't know how to get my hair to look good for more than five minutes at a time. It usually looks pretty decent when I first finish washing/drying/spraying random hair products into it/etc. And then I'll glance into a mirror a few minutes later and I'll look like I've been napping out in the wind-blown alley on a pile of static-charged blankets...

I don't know how to dance when anyone is watching, which means I can never dance like no one is watching... unless no one is watching....

I don't know how to grow plants. I always end up killing them, no matter what I do. Which is why the only leafy greens in my condo are made of plastic...

I don't know exactly what color my eyes are. Seriously. Are they green? Are they hazel? Are they part green, part hazel, part brown? I always put hazel on my driver's license, but maybe I'm a big liar, who knows...

I don't know why Lady Gaga showed up to the Grammy awards in a weird giant egg. I just... don't.

I don't know how to speak more than one language fluently, and I'd really like to...

And I don't know why I'm still working on this blog post when I should be working out... so I guess I should go work out...

This is my "going out" look... I TOLD you my hair never looks good...