I don’t think there’s anything more disappointing than coming to find a parent being more of a child than you ever were.
Under a spell you’re hypnotized
Darling how could you be so blind
Curiosity can come with a price.
"I’m studying music therapy. I just finished observing a music program for children with disabilities, and I’m taking notes."
"So what’s something you observed?"
"Many of the children had some form of autism. And it seemed that playing music together gave them the satisfaction of contributing to a group and forming relationships, without the pressure of having to speak or maintain eye contact."
My life. Spot on.
But you don’t know what life is.
Life is too huge for you to possibly hate.
If you hate life, you haven’t seen enough of it. If you hate your life, it’s because your life is too small and doesn’t fit you.
However big you think your life is, it’s nothing compared to what’s out there.
When I lived in San Francisco I knew a crazy lady with a green parrot that suffered from chronic depression.
Oh yes, they can. Parrots absolutely suffer from depression. You haven’t met a parrot if you think that’s absurd.
Anyway, she was a nice enough lady, considering her madness, and her parrot had a pretty large cage from what I remember. Nonetheless, it sat all day atop its cage looking out the window and plucking its own feathers out.
She had taken it to several animal doctors, each of whom explained to her that parrots were intelligent animals and needed stimulation.
This, she knew. She had lived with it for five years and when it was angry with her, it took her car keys and hid them, so please. Nobody needed to tell her that parrots were intelligent animals.
She was doing what she could to keep him entertained. It wasn’t like she could walk over to San Francisco Community College with her bird on her shoulder and enroll him in a semiotics class.
So she did something some people might find quite terrible but that thrilled me.
She opened her window.
That’s all she did. She opened her living-room window.
It took that bird like one-tenth of a second to realize the window was open and then he was sitting there on the ledge looking at the huge trees and all the other birds flying around loose.
He flew away.
She knew he would. She had known others who had done the same thing. This was why there are parrots in the trees in San Francisco.
But after several days, the crazy lady woke up and saw her parrot sitting atop its cage, just like always.
She liked to tell the story by adding, “And each day, he would go outside and have his adventures and then return at night. And that bird never hid my car keys from me again.”
It’s kind of a cool story. Especially if you think life sucks.
Because it doesn’t.
But it doesn’t. Augusten Burroughs