The African proverb says that if you want to go fast, go alone. And if you want to go far, go together. It doesn't say anything about how exhausting going far will be when you go together.
I've been in Austin for about a month. Only now am I not falling into a comatose stupor at 10 pm every night and waking up 10 hours later, barely refreshed, having dreamed seemingly every somnolent moment.
M talks about not knowing how to make friends. I think I know how, except that there's a one-year-old in tow, who does not give a red-crayon shit about the ennobling discussion I'd like to have with a just-met would-be peer. Being responsible for a young child is like having a hobby that somehow pushes you away from sharing your interests with others.
I know how to find places where like-minded people gather, make ingratiating small talk, and slowly entwine my life with those of promising strangers. It's hard, but I understand the mechanics. I've never tried to do this under such odd restraints though. I have to flee the scene during afternoon nap time and the very second dinner ends to make it home in time to bed down the loveable demand factory.
I do not see how the African proverb makers found the ability to go anywhere together. We can barely make it to the Chipotle and back.
I would think the entire proposition untenable, except that billions of adults do it every day.
I've been in Austin for about a month. Only now am I not falling into a comatose stupor at 10 pm every night and waking up 10 hours later, barely refreshed, having dreamed seemingly every somnolent moment.
M talks about not knowing how to make friends. I think I know how, except that there's a one-year-old in tow, who does not give a red-crayon shit about the ennobling discussion I'd like to have with a just-met would-be peer. Being responsible for a young child is like having a hobby that somehow pushes you away from sharing your interests with others.
I know how to find places where like-minded people gather, make ingratiating small talk, and slowly entwine my life with those of promising strangers. It's hard, but I understand the mechanics. I've never tried to do this under such odd restraints though. I have to flee the scene during afternoon nap time and the very second dinner ends to make it home in time to bed down the loveable demand factory.
I do not see how the African proverb makers found the ability to go anywhere together. We can barely make it to the Chipotle and back.
I would think the entire proposition untenable, except that billions of adults do it every day.
