A moment:
Sitting in the back of the class when she turns to me and says, “You scare me.”
“What?”
“You’re really nice and all, but you intimidate the hell out of me. You’re half my age and somehow make me feel like a child when we talk. And when you don’t say anything at all you just have this look, like somethings on the tip of your tongue but you’ve decided it’s better if we figure it out for ourselves.”
“Oh.”
Hi. I like building lego towers. I keep M&M’s under my tongue until they’ve melted away because they go too quickly when you chew them. When I was a kid I wanted to grow up to be a rabbit, and every year when my birthday came around I’d be a little disappointed that growing old didn’t mean growing a cotton tail. I like to watch and I don’t like to act. I go through life with only half a plan, but I never leave unfinished what I’ve started.
I stopped talking at some point and started writing because my voice cracks when I speak, and it’s too quiet, no one ever seems to hear me.
January 13th, 2009 at 2:40 pm
you scared most of the office for a long time jennifer told me one day. we decided it was not in a scary ‘the one with a gun’ way but scary in that they were looking at someone who would reflect back at them the things they had always wanted but never had the courage to go get it. now they come to me and smile and ask questions and pass by. they notice that something has changed but they can’t quite put a finger on what. what they want is no longer watching them pass by.