The other day, my coworker was making this graphic for a report that we were completing at work and he kept on asking me what I thought of it. Now, don’t get my wrong… my coworker is a great guy, but he has this tendency to be overly concerned about what other people think of what he says or does. Which drives me crazy.
After about the fifth time of asking me what I though of the font size or the style of the diagram, he then asked “What if people don’t think that it’s correct?” To which, I lashed out “They can’t think that it is incorrect if the diagram is a theory (which it is)! As long as you can prove the theory with facts, there is nothing to argue!”
He laughed at my quick response, but I think that he fundamentally agreed with my point. The best thing about a theory is that you can make it up.
— Insert awkward segue to my sister —
If you’ve been reading this blog for some time then you have probably heard of my sister. She’s amazing and unique and just graduated from high school, about to embark on her journey to higher education.
My sister sent me these pictures the other day because she had some time on her hands and was having some fun. The first one is a collage of her, my brother and I all donned in our high school graduation gear.
The second is a collage of my friend and I and my sister’s friend and herself again on our separate graduation days. We all look eerily similar.
Now, when my sister sent me these pics through text message, I kind of brushed them off. I focused more on the fact that I looked fat and the pictures were blurry because o.m.g. did cameras suck that bad in 2004?
What I didn’t realize is that this is what my sister loves to do. This “memory making” is what helps my sister come alive. She’s living the theory of her life and making it up as she goes.
Which reminded me of all the things that I love to do that create my theory. Like making a face that looks like stitch.
And… designing my condo.