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none of my exes live in texas (that I know of anyway)

October 3, 2007

Of all the places to be completely bored, I never thought it’d be the same city as one of the biggest military bases… All I have to show for today is a very sunburned right side of my body and a finished book. I guess it could be worse. I could be sunburned all over and not have read anything. Or I could’ve been flying 5 legs today and still be out there. They swapped my trip last minute for me yesterday so I can get off in time to go to Amie’s rehearsal. It also means I don’t have to do 6 flights on Thursday. That’s just ridiculous. Anyway, I’ve made some good progress on my scheduling issues and it’s only the second of the month. Amazing.

Yesterday I found out that someone I thought was 23 was actually 33. This was so surprising and changed my view of the person in such a way that it makes me wonder if age stereotyping is wrong – if in fact that’s what I’m doing. I find that when I meet someone I automatically want to know how old they are. Part of it is to know what classifications they might fit in. If they’ve been married. How long they’ve been at their job. How long they should have been at their job. If they have children. I feel kind of unfair immediately wanting to know how old someone is, but at the same time, I’m not going to stop asking. If I think about it from a personal perspective, I would rather someone ask how old I am, 26, than assume I’m 22 or 23 like happens a lot, because I don’t want their impression of me to be based on me being 23. I guess though, if someone is older, they wouldn’t want you to view them as an “old person” based on their age instead of how they act. I don’t know if this makes sense. I basically want to know if I’m a terrible person for using a person’s age to form my opinion of them. I know it’s only one of the many facts about a person, but I’ve seen lately that just that number plays a huge impact in my mind.

That’s all I have for now. I’m going to put my sunburned face and pizza filled belly to bed. 5:15 is early even if it’s in Central time. Oh yeah, Middlesex (it’s a book)… very interesting. Very honest and a bit raw at times. Definitely one of those books that takes you to where they are. I was wondering why it was taking me so long to get through until I saw that it was 529 pages. Gives an interesting glimpse into the Greek culture and also into the life of a hermaphrodite. That plus pizza could provide some crazy dreams :-P. We shall see.

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