Get out of my way son, you’re usin’ my oxygen. — One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

The more I am forced to get to know people, the larger percentage of the people I know don’t contribute enough to the rest of us to justify the oxygen they consume.  Not everyone is a hard charger all the time, and nobody has all the answers, but you’d expect that most of the people would have a few of the answers and be able to meander in the general direction of a goal.

Then again, I’m a starry-eyed optimist.