Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Foolitude
Today I experienced two April Fool's jokes. One on a professional blog I read regularly... it was funny and trivial and delightful. The other was from my friend who totally punked me with a random text message. It was great because he is completely odd and the thing he told me (something along the lines of "I'm moving to France...") was perfectly believable. He waited most of the day following my response to reveal that it was a joke which was all the better and made me laugh and kick myself for gullibility.
Both of these things remind me of the gleefulness of childhood. The naive cluelessness with which I encountered every day. I lived in my own imagination most of the time. I didn't have any inkling of my own mortality or my own... human-ness. In my mind my teeth really made a "ting!" noise when the sun glinted off my smile. And sinister piano music accompanied me when I snuck down the hall.
I'm not sure when I lost all that benign wonderment. But I think I want it back. For realz.
Both of these things remind me of the gleefulness of childhood. The naive cluelessness with which I encountered every day. I lived in my own imagination most of the time. I didn't have any inkling of my own mortality or my own... human-ness. In my mind my teeth really made a "ting!" noise when the sun glinted off my smile. And sinister piano music accompanied me when I snuck down the hall.
I'm not sure when I lost all that benign wonderment. But I think I want it back. For realz.
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