Maybe some of you have noticed, there is something like classes amoungst men and women.
The kind of person I like the most is the artist type.
However, it seems often that the artist is not very good with labor and money.
So they suffer in their own way, making a living.
Of course there are also the philosophical type, the warrior type, the breeders, etc.
Nature gives all creatures individuality. Can’t say that about hive insects or schools of fish but, perhaps there is a measurable individuality in such creatures we just have no patience to study them.
The more complex brains have more individuality
Humans produce new dna more often, if their complexity and brain have anything to do with it.
Things like information spread and grow. The most complex creatures probably produce more complex youngs.
Yes but there are limits.
Classification of persons is common in high school where people are labeled as nerds, jocks, etc. I’d think that in life after high school the classifications might be more about multifaceted human attributes.
I’m the philosophical type, the warrior type, the breeder type, the artist type, the wallstreet type, management type, the laborer type. I ate in golden corral with the low class on Saturday night and dine with the upper echelon Spiaggia’s downtown on Saturday night. I’ve dug ditches and traded stocks. I worked at Menards and worked in an office in the financial district in downtown Chicago. I’ve done data entry until I analyzed it so much I knew more than the boss. I’ve gotten in bar fights, I stayed at home and read. I partied in raves, I bought crack in the ghetto of Chicago from someone I never met before, got wasted on tequila, smoked the finest weed… at times too much. I’ve stayed away from drugs and alcohol for years. I’ve stayed in jails and mental asylums and 5 star hotels. I walked miles and drove miles, flew miles, boated miles. I’ve studied MD Dos and can reconfigure computers. I can build a PC and played basketball and football with semi pros. I’ve shot and ate squirrel, hunted deer, fished for salmon. I camped in a pop up in Montana and flew the coasts to sink my feet in the sands of the beaches. Traveled to islands and mowed lawns. Traded baseball cards and went to church every Sunday. Was an alter boy who’s first concert was Marilyn Manson. Shot guns for fun, kayaked and hiked.
Point being, I don’t like these so called types. There’s so much more to people than what we may think their class is.
I’m an artist type that can squeeze a hundred and sixty cents out every dollar. Most of us have to. We work pretty dam hard, too: almost nobody can live on his art; we mostly have a day-job, a night-job and home chores in between. Some raise kids in their spare time; many raise human children. (The kids are cuter.)