Genius? Not really. Because I haven't thought up a witty comeback to the dismissive "If you're so smart, why aren't you rich?" There are some other hurtful anger-induced put-downs sent over email that still sting to this day. And I still don't have definitive pithy comebacks to those.
Too, I haven't independently worked out the finer points of fool-proofing life. When I do, I'll definitely get back to you.
Still, I get my kicks knowing that I could have hung out with the likes of Plato and Spinoza. Or debated theology with could-have-been priest friends. Mayhap I could have been a priest myself. I preach from a makeshift pulpit every day anyway.
Hmm. Dex, Fat Friar. I kind of like the sound of that. I just need to put on a few gray hairs and a really big abdominal pot (very easy if you're male and geriatric). I know I am one step closer to my ultimate goal-- to be a dangerous, if lovable and wise and charming, irascible old geezer.
Happy new year, everyone!