The phrase “running with scissors” means being on the edge, doing something reckless and often dangerous without care of consequence. I used to run with scissors when I was a kid. Most people did. My mother also told me never to run with them because I would, in as many words, stab myself and die.
“Running with scissors” can also mean you are moving haphazardly through something, carelessly and without purpose or direction.
Pauleen and I aren’t running with scissors. Figuratively speaking, the many times we have ran with scissors never quite turned out right (we’ve got some great stories, though. You should ask about it sometime). In essence, we don’t want to fade out of this world without making a difference, if only to one person, and we are not floating aimlessly, waiting for life to pick us up and get us going. John F. Kennedy said, “Efforts and courage are not enough without purpose and direction.” Efforts and courage get the tires spinning; purpose and direction get them moving forward.
(And, for the record, my bio is wrong. My degree is definitely in Something and I am definitely pursuing it Somewhere.)
>>Linus
