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A little less than a happy high
Can you imagine what the world would be like if everyone remembered how cool it is to walk along curbs? I think about this every once in a while, mostly while I’m in the middle of doing it or contemplating an ant-hill or kicking through a pile of leaves along the way. I’m pretty certain that I have not changed significantly since I was about five years old. Oh, sure, there have been some adjustments here and there, mostly to accommodate things like work and responsibility, but at the heart of it all I am the same.

The child-like is crushed in us by the demands that living in the world makes. I’m not thinking of tantrums or hair pulling or otherwise acting out, as these get translated pretty well into adulthood. I’m talking about a sense of wonder or even a sense of fun that relies only on the simplest of things.

I can still remember being two or three and not being able to pronounce "PEZ" because to me the letters somehow didn’t make sense together. I never had a problem with "cinnamon" or "spaghetti." PEZ was my pronunciation bugbear. I still smile because I used to amuse myself by sticking every vowel sound I could think of between the "P" and the "Z" hoping that I’d fall upon the right one and remember the way the word sounded when my mom had said it. I was also much more adept then at loading the dispensers. It was almost as though my inability to say the word actually enhanced my ability to use the thing.

Most people hurrying through the park have no sense of being where they are. I’ve never seen anyone else there above the age of ten walking down the curb. It makes me sad.
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shutupbetsy From: shutupbetsy Date: October 9th, 2002 11:17 am (UTC) (Link)
I blew raspberries yesterday for about five minutes before I decided it was gross...well, I decided before that, but I was determined that I should enjoy my saliva...
komos From: komos Date: October 9th, 2002 11:23 am (UTC) (Link)

You have officially earned, "You're my hero!" for the day, and all of the rights and priviledges therewith.
shutupbetsy From: shutupbetsy Date: October 9th, 2002 06:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
which are? :) Do you have a cat I can borrow?

I mean, saliva bubbles DO feel kind of nice on lips, but I think I need extra carmex now.

komos From: komos Date: October 10th, 2002 11:59 am (UTC) (Link)
You know, I've never thought that far ahead. Since you're the first to ask, what sort of thing would be appropriate for something like this?

I can't oblige on the cat. I can't even recommend the cats of friends since most of them would probably lose interest in your mouse before having ever seen it.

I am still impressed at how serious you are about your raspberries. Bubbles are all kinds of cool, and bubbles for feeling? Yieah. ;)
alex_victory From: alex_victory Date: October 9th, 2002 02:51 pm (UTC) (Link)
I’ve never seen anyone else there above the age of ten walking down the curb.

What's walking down the curb? Is that balancing on the very curb part between the sidewalk and the road? I do that all the time. That and balancing on the barrier thingies in parking lots.

Or rather I did until I crippled myself, but I crippled myself on a merry-go-round.
komos From: komos Date: October 9th, 2002 03:10 pm (UTC) (Link)

This has nothing to do with Norman Mailer... really.

Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about. You must UN-gimpify so you can continue to preach the word, brotha. I tell you, you must HEAL in the name of the CURB!

Can you hear what I'm sayin' to ya?


guitarcries From: guitarcries Date: October 10th, 2002 06:10 am (UTC) (Link)
komos From: komos Date: October 10th, 2002 12:47 pm (UTC) (Link)

Yoiks, and away!

Ha ha! Dodge! Parry! Spin! Thrust!

(One day, I'll actually get the hang of embedding images. Not today...)

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