I am far too sleepy to be posting anything. It is very likely to come out as mindless drivel (which is sort of funny to worry about. I mean worrying about it implies that usually this blog is not mindless drivel, and I think that's debatable.) And yet, I will soldier on.
Today on BART I sat next to a little girl. She was maybe 5? I am bad at guessing ages. Children make me sort of uncomfortable to tell the truth. I love talking to them, because they have such interesting thoughts. My younger cousins provide me with hours of entertainment and good conversation. But sadly, children often look at me as though I'm an idiot, not worthy of their conversation or their time. They can tell that deep down I am still 7 years old. They look at me and they know, in a way that other adults cannot know, that I am just pretending to be grown up. And I think children feel great disdain for adults that can't get their crap together.
I sort of remember feeling that way when I was little. I was like, dude, I want to be grown up so I can tell all these grown ups to pull it together. I think we don't give children enough credit for seeing everything. EVERYTHING.
In any case, today I sat next to a little girl, and we sort of stared at each other for a while, as children are wont to do. She looked like she might be one of those charming friendly children who likes that I can relate to her on her own level. You know, because I basically feel the same way now as I did when I was 7, only taller. This girl was wearing a pretty pink headband with little dark pink gems on it.
"I like your headband," I said to her.
She looked at me for a minute, and then looked upward as if she was trying to remember what headband it was. And then she rolled her eyes at me. As if to say, "Seriously lady, you are like waaay too old to like this headband. Let's face it, I'm too old to like this headband. Get it together."
Yep. I'm super cool like that. Super cool.
Kids these days...
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