I’ll keep this short, or else I am going to forget what I was blabbing about…
I used to be able to see beauty in the world, including its under/overtones and hues. I felt understanding and relevance and all kinds of yummy things. But lately, these couple of months I think the 10 year old in me is emerging.
I say this realizing I have always had a high/odd humor threshold, now it’s just gone over the cliff a bit (ok, that sounds stupid). It’s like the other day I was biking to work, admiring how blue the sky seemed during this high heat in Northern California. It’s been awhile since I have appreciated nature so wholeheartedly, it was a very pleasant moment. Then this guy in a bike (I just almost typed bikini) zooms past me, and his crack visible from a mile.
Usually butt-cracks hanging off so unattractively make me cringe. In this instance, I burst out laughing like a maniac (so glad he was wearing earphones). And today I started drawing on my fingers again and pretended they were real people, much to the creeped-out-ness of my coworkers.
(actually this last thing happens more often than not)
Anyways I just hope I’m not doing some whole mental Benjamin Button aging thing.
I guess I shall have more fun with this…