So I discovered something today. I am odd. Odd and yet I’m so completely amused by my own obscurity that I can only laugh quietly at myself in the midst of this world. My obscurity is not by any means new news to me, however it has recently become a source of amusement rather then a source of scorn and dissatisfaction. Today I sat at the health food store eating pizza, tofu and a pbj, surrounded by hippies, naturalists and eaters of collard greens. I laughed at myself. We are all pretending to be grownups with our smart food choices and our incredible sensibilities. Why? If we knew anything at all, we’d know that we will all stay childish, confused and needy for the rest of our lives.
I ate my $1.99 peanut butter and jelly sandwich with such satisfaction that I think even the checker’s wandering eyes pondered quizzical looks as they glanced up from their scanners. I fully realize the absurdity of purchasing a ready made peanut butter and jelly sandwich rather than the three ingredients that I could put together myself. However, I can’t ever seem to convince myself of my need for 15 pb+j’s. So I settle for just one. And I’m ashamed to admit, I often go out of my way for that “one”.
There is something about a pb+j that is soothing, like a summertime day as a child. Fingers and toes wrinkled from a long day at the pool. Laying out your towel on the concrete, eating a smashed and soggy pb+j from a sandwich baggy. Perfectly content just to be. I savor my sandwiches, absurdity and all. It reminds me of a simpler time. A time when food was always enjoyable and never a punishment or punishable. Food was just food, summer was just summer and life just kept on going.
Now in a world of critical thinking, planning, cramming, working, stressing and complicating, there is no more time for simple unadulterated pleasures. Risk free adventures. Unwasted time. Now time is always sitting next to me. At the dinner table, in class, in bed. Ticking loudly. Signaling the constant apprehension of what’s to come. Where have the pleasures gone? When did I stop believing in joy? When did I become so wrapped up in the future that I stopped actually living my life? I don’t know. Somewhere between poolside peanut butter and jellies and heavy textbooks I think I got lost.
I’m now crawling back towards my sun soaked little girl. I relish in my obscure and immature meals. And I pray that one day I can return to that little girl that is me. That I can return to a world of light and joy. I eat my pizza, cold tofu and my pb+j and I quietly chuckle to myself. To that little girl. And I relive the countless moments of my childhood, all wrapped up in a soggy sandwich that brings me just a taste of joy. A joy that I pursue with every bite and soon with every action. Because the studies of my life cannot just be the studies of ancient textbooks and millions of rules. Because the studies of my life should also be studies of joy. Of humanity. Of friendship. Of companions and adventures. Of stories and wishes. Of families and children. And peanut butter sandwiches by the pool.
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