Oct 18 2008
Political Confusion
I was just brushing my teeth… and I had a thought. I haven’t been to the garden in a while. My heart fluttered. How could I go so long without visiting? The garden, unlike the dentist, is not some place I’m supposed to visit every six months (though, if you’re like me, you’ve been meaning to call for the past year and just haven’t gotten around to it). No, the garden, isn’t somewhere I have to or am supposed to visit at all. And that’s a good thing, because… let’s face it: if someone told me that I needed to go, I probably wouldn’t. It’s like cleaning the bathroom. If someone would simply say to me, “Please stop cleaning the bathroom. Please don’t ever do it again!” I would. I would clean the bathroom. Probably that very minute. But instead, I’m always hounding myself to clean it - and well, I rarely do (I am being generous with the word rarely). Or… if my English teacher would have told me, all those years ago, to not bother reading To Kill a Mockingbird. To just take it home and look at the front cover and maybe, maybe read the back cover… but only if I really felt like it, then by golly, I probably would have scoured the whole thing from front to back. Curiosity would have got the better of me. But it was the exact opposite. And curiosity and wonderment had no part in it. As a result, I was drawn into the arms of Spark Notes. I didn’t even read the back cover. Oh, but I did watch the movie (sorry, Miss Aden… thanks anyways for the A though).