so you want to be extraordinary.
who doesn’t?
everybody wants to be extraordinary, to lead an extraordinary life, to do extraordinary things.
the little girl in the backseat of her parents’ minivan doesn’t know it yet, but she is close to becoming the happy-go-daisy version of her mother. she knows no way of reacting to this, but she feels slight quirks somewhere in the corners of her body, twinging, twisting and tugging at her, at the predictability that threatens to show her the wrong way.
Dear Santa,
make me want to want this.
Your Little Girl
Naturally, this won’t be something she doesn’t remember. It will go together with curious amounts of guilt that slay at the wrists of her adulthood. Sure, she’s reserved, educated, never in actual need of anything. One of the songs that tell this story has a name and it’s – fumblinginthewakeofyou.
