Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go

I really should not take long naps after work.

In my defense, I didn't mean to. Just a short one, then a long walk, then an evening at Borders catching up on what's new. But I climbed into bed and promptly fell asleep . . . from 5:30 to 8:00.

Bad news.

Because long naps like this make me disoriented, and pensive, and slightly melancholy. Even though I planned to spend the evening alone all along, suddenly I was feeling sorry for myself because I didn't have any Friday night plans. And then I wandered around Borders and thought about how I'm not as good as I would like to be. At so many things. I was reading Anne Lamott, and she's great, and her writing is all about how it's okay if you're not good enough, because you're loved and chosen anyway, and I then I felt sad because I'm not as good as accepting people and life as she is, as good as I want to be. Which is sadly ironic, really.

And because I've suddenly become like an old woman, I find myself getting sentimental around today's youth. I was at a protest last week, and all the high school kids, with their passion and their signs, and their hope and ideals . . . well, it was just so cute.

So tonight I went and read this blog, linked from another blog. It belongs to a nine-year-old named Matthew, and it's so great. His mom sent him a meme; here's one of the questions along with his answer:

Three things I’d like to learn (but won’t)
I don’t understand how to answer this question.

Oh, nine. Of course you don't understand the question . . . why WOULDN'T you learn something, if you want to? You're just SO CUTE.

And now I'm going to knit some potholders and bitch about my pension.