Where Was I?
Sometimes I find myself stuck in the middle of a conversation/article/discussion and I’m way over my head. Usually I’ve just turned on the radio, and a holier-than-thou caller is trying to figure out why no one sees the mortgage crisis how they do, which is followed by a professor who kindly but pontificatingly explains how this is just not quite true.
The other day I was reading an article about the speed and trajectory of the Pioneer spacecraft, and how something knocked it barely perceptibly off course somewhere around Saturn. I lost interest half way through the article, because I’m not well versed in spaceflight physics, nor do I have the rudimentary math skills needed to understand heat/energy/radio signature changes over a large distance of space.
These experiences make me feel like I should just tune out because the adults are talking. But it makes me wonder: why can’t I end up in an over-my-head conversation about something interesting? Like the unicorn population on Lemuria because the Atlanteans sunk it using their seismic-cosmic rays? Or the fact that UFOs are visiting us because they’re looking to escape the persecution they suffer for their religious beliefs on their native Arcturus? Those are the kinds of conversations I don’t feel at all bad that I’m out of the loop on. They also only seem to happen between midnight and 4am, on Coast to Coast.
