I'm hanging out with my 13 year old niece a lot. She blows my mind, I have to think a mile a minute to keep up with her. Yesterday she showed me all of her myspace friends. Like 4 girls and 5 million boys.
I asked one hundred questions. I would have asked more, but there were old people in the room. I realized there's a lot I should probably be talking to her about. Stuff that I'm really the only one in a great position to address.
Main rule: Any question I ask her. Any question at all. She has the option of mirroring back at me before she answers it. I promise not to ask her anything I wouldn't be willing to tell her about myself. I want us both on even ground. I want her to have everything.
And we laugh a lot. Her little boyfriend's name is Jake. I call him Jake the Great, and tell her how I'm going to show up on one of their hangout sessions to talk about tampons and High School Musical.
And I don't have words for how pretty she is. I catch myself just staring at her. She has no idea. None at all. And I suppose this is the way it always goes. I remember my auntie looking at me the same way.
So there is that. And also this daily effort to get Better at life. I hate the idea of stagnating, refusing to improve. If there exists a ladder, and I'm going to bother to be on it, I'm finna climb it, reach the top, then find another ladder.
That's my style.
But still: lots to do that I'm not doing. So much sewing to do! So much writing, as well. I'm supposed to be making my Real Life in my spare time but instead I think I'm mingling and enjoying free cocktails and figuring out different ways to cross and uncross my legs.
But you know, every fucking thing a person does can be Art. If you don't agree you're just lazy.
Or uninspired.
Happy Sunday. I have to be to work at 7 AM tomorrow for this major thing that's happening, wish me luck okay?
"But you know, every fucking thing a person does can be Art. If you don't agree you're just lazy."
ReplyDeleteI just read that out loud and it was too cool and slippery for me,like a popsicle of happiness.
You just gave me mucho pleasure on this Sunday.
Oooh, good luck, but you don't need it, you have a niece muse.
xox