Friday, June 13, 2008

I do not want to be in high school again

But I would kill for my high school butt.

My sister and I were looking through old pictures this morning (bad idea, captain), and now I am sort of melancholy. Not because I want to go back in time--that would be weird, and, honestly, if I could go back in time, I would go back to see Cleopatra and Caesar, or F Scott Fitzgerald, or the defeat of the Spanish Armada... Why spend all that cosmic energy to go back fifteen years?

That said, I do miss the girl I was ten, twelve, fifteen years ago. She had heart, and she was brave. I have a more diplomatic face now (I've been practicing, so I'm not quite as unhinged in argument), but I am pretty sure I've lost heart over these last few years. I guess that happens.

And now for something completely different:


Lisa said...

We all lose heart and gain wrinkles. Sucks ass.

james said...

I'm sayin. That's why I read "Married to the Sea."

Anonymous said...

I didn't know you in high school and, granted, what I know about you now is strictly what I glean from your blog. But, I would never describe you as someone losing heart. In fact, one of the reasons I read your blog, not even having met you in person, is because you do have heart, and it often inspires mine.

Deep thoughts. Becky Nguyen

james said...

Thanks, Becky--you just made my whole day better, and I cannot wait to meet you in person.