it ain’t Hogwarts

Part One:

I don’t know how to be cool. I wear beat-up jeans and too big sweatshirts. I don’t feel a need for social skills. My primary focus in this world – every day, every moment – is slow dancing. (And saving the planet.) I rarely get embarressed.

On a dating site I would offer as my profile: “I rent a room in a trailer, I hardly have any money, my 24-year-old car has almost no paint left on its trunk. My idea of a fabulous vacation is to go to Starbucks with a book. At four o’clock in the morning I go outside to look up at the stars, freezing my ass off, feeling both very small and very big all at once. Oh – there’s nothing more romantic on the planet than slow dancing. Lastly, I barely give a rat’s butt about other people’s opinions…or my own………So, who’s interested?”

Not cool.

And yet I sit on a mountain bench listening to Motown, and find myself joyous and free, dancing.

Terminally hip.

Part Two:

Every day I am sitting still, as if in meditation, upwards of an hour. Every day I am reading from ‘these’ books upwards of an hour. Every day I am writing three pages in a notebook about this life of mine now.

I am never not doing these.

And I live in a trailer with my mom (said Zen Master Eminem).