Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Nick didn't have the best game in soccer the other day. He didn't seem very aggressive (the good kind) and he seemed a bit, well, bewildered. I asked him about it a couple of days later. He said it was hard to explain. I asked him to try and he sort of whispered: "I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to be doing."
Yeah, me neither.
Here is all you need to know, buddy:
I sort of go through life unsure of what I am supposed to be doing. It bothered me when I was little, but, as I got older, I began to understand that a lot of people don't. Some just fake it better than others.
And, some people just don't mind being found out. Like me. When I started staying home with the boys I was LOST and it was obvious, I faked it for a long time and now, I offer advice to others sometimes.
(I found that piece of paper on the floor in the basement. I have no idea what it is about, but, I love that three of the four plays have "me" in them. I think Zack made it, but, clearly, anyone could run these plays.)
From Marci's "... things you don't expect to hear from the backseat ..."
"I am from Saturn. I dance on the rings."
Absolute poetry, I should write so purtily...