So different from everyone else
I’m doing only a little work these days and yet it still manages to overwhelm me at times. Whatever work I do has to be interesting and challenging enough to keep me engaged for something more than just a paycheck.
Of course, it’s nice to talk to adults from time-to-time. Well, nice for me at least….
Me: …so that was the Battle of Vienna. It’s the reason why Europe’s Christian and not Muslim and is also a great example of how, when you lose your primary weapon – in this case, cannons – it’s better to bail than pour good assets after bad. Which is my point.
Him: Honestly, how do you know all this ____?
Me: (shrugging) We’re all given 24 hours to spend. It’s how you spend it that makes us different. For me, the choice is between self-improvement and mental masturbation.
Him: (laughing) You roll around on the ground with sweaty dudes all day, I’m not sure you should be one to talk about mental masturbation.
Me: I don’t like to run or lift weights. Wrestling’s the most economical way, in terms of raw time, for me to be physically fit.
Him: You’re the strangest dude I’ve ever met.
Me: Mission accomplished, then.
Went out to NJ this past Saturday and met up with an ex again.
Afterward, I went to a birthday party for a gym friend but rang up Mouse ahead of time.
Me: Free for a drink beforehand?
Her: (pause) Sure.
We ended up showing up late and leaving late.
There’s more to alla that, but that’s all I wanna share right now.
Life surprises me, almost always in ways I don’t like. Still, the occasional nice surprise happens here and there.
The boy, meanwhile, is always surprising me. Suppose time will tell if they’re ultimately good or bad.
Teacher: (in Irish accent) Mr. Lo, I have to tell you: In 11 years of teaching, I’ve never had a three-year old student read before and certainly, nothing like your son does. Every book I pulled out – even up to third grade level – he could read. I honestly don’t know what to do because he’s so far ahead of any child I’ve ever seen.
Me: He must take after his mom.
Her: Your son should be in the gifted and talented program. We may have to send him to another grade for reading.
Me: (shaking head) I don’t want that. I don’t want that for him.
Me: Because…because it’s lonely. (long pause) It’s terribly lonely to be so different. I know it too well. (agitated) I don’t want that for him. To be so different from everyone else.
Her: (gently) You might not have a choice, Mr. Lo.
Solitary trees grow strong. But only if they grow.
Location: the pit of my brain
Music: 11 minutes away and I have missed you all day