Before college, I remember being highly satisfied with spending almost all my time alone. I lived about 45 minutes from my high school in the boondocks. My “social life” was spartan. After heading to college, however, the extroverted, caregiving, social part of my being got a taste of life in close proximity to lovely people. Suddenly, I planned every meal around WHO I would meet. I walked to every class with a best friend. It was rare for me to have even an hour alone.
When you’re surrounded by so many fantastically intelligent, quirky people, my relationship-valuing brain said BE WITH PEOPLE. Much of me is glad for that. At Smith, I experienced a world that most never get to: thousands of this world’s smartest women (and a few men!) traipsing around the same place at the same time.
In fact, I’m actually on a 10-day whirlwind trip of the Northeast to visit a lot of those beautiful people right now.
Which brings me back to the title of my post.
On my flight to LaGuardia last night, I heard that line about the oxygen masks (see title) for about the hundredth time in my life. And for about the hundredth time in my life, I thought, “How freakin’ dumb.”