I spent the weekend feeling old and not funny. First off, sometimes I “hang out” with a middle schooler named Mary (she doesn’t like the word baby-sitting since she is no longer a baby). She is very cute and fun but we were talking about music and her favorite bands and I had heard of less then half of her favorites. It made me feel adult-like. She also refused to sit with me at the dinner thing we went too. She sat with her friends which was fine but also made me feel very adult-like. For some reason, I reject this movement into complete adulthood. Maybe because it means wrinkles or having to go to work all the time or maybe it is because……..should I say it…..I’m not able to make people laugh anymore.
As some of you may know, I like to make people laugh. Some of my best memories are when I made friends laugh so hard during game night I thought we would never recooperate or when I would do interpretive plays at the white house (not “the white house” but a white painted house……..in college, we would talk about houses based on color) and I felt like a comic genius. I just ain’t got it anymore. We had game night not too long ago and I was NOT the center of attention. Yes, heart breaking I know. I redeemed myself this past week on this phone/internet class I had to do at the bank. There was a little chat section and I was hamming it up. Someone even made a comment about me being the comedian of the group. She’d put “lol” after everything I said. It was a little too satisfying. I guess life just isn’t as silly as it used to be. So, Ive taken up poetry instead:
Sewanee’s Song by Amanda Keith
The Sherbert sunset follows me home
As I thought up the words to this poem
In my mouth, a taste of fall
Passing the trees, bare and tall
Sewanee approaches like a familiar song
I already feel as though I belong
Family is far but still in my heart
The community, praise God, is never apart
How will I change while I am here?
Lord only knows but check out that deer.
Awesome.
