I've been lax, I know, writing lately. I've been housesitting for my parents and haven't spent much time on the computer. Their computer set-up isn't as cozy as mine. So I've tried to post here and there but I know it's been ages since there's been a musings. So here we go. It's going to be just that, by the way, complete musings, random things that have come up this last week or two.
I was walking to the car last night and found myself walking behind a couple and their two kids. One was maybe 5 ish--I'm not good with ages--and the other was just a baby, in a carrier the man was carrying backwards, so the baby was looking at me behind them. As usual I found myself making faces and waving at the little guy who was staring right at me.
I starting thinking about babies and their recognition powers. When you're that young and have no experience with language or anything else, how do you suppose you distinguish one thing in the world from another. Sure everything looks different from everything else. But do you recognize that one person is different from another? Presumably you might see your mom and dad often enough that they're familiar and, looking at me, the little one isn't thinking he's seeing his mom. But can he tell me from the next woman walking behind him? Can he tell me from a mailbox?
Then, surprisingly, what should appear in my inbox but this bit of information gleaned by Emazing.com from msnbc.com:
"Never underestimate the intelligence of an infant. Six-month-old babies can distinguish the faces of two monkeys better than adults or older children which scientists said on Thursday suggests babies have some early capabilities that do not increase, but lessen, with age."
So much for him mistaking me for a mailbox...
Am I the only one who always thinks her cell phone is ringing when listening to Pink's "Get The Party Started"? It's got that cell phone-y beeping in the background. I listen to Alice 97.3 all the time and they play it a lot as I'm walking home. I always have to turn my radio off to check even though I know better. I think it may be an insidious plot to drive me insane. I never should have made fun of her name.
When you run a spellcheck on my name it offers up as an alternative spelling--Abyss.
I was thinking the other day, as I am wont to do. I started thinking--what might I regret not having done at the end of my life. Slightly morbid, but of course I imagine them finding a cure for mortality at some point before I croak so it was purely hypothetical. Here's what I came up with:
1. Not getting a novel published. It's been my goal since I was about 13 and has remained unwaveringly a goal since then.
2. Not having enjoyed my life. Sometimes I feel like I'm constantly in a state of waiting for something else to happen, something that will make my life kick into gear. If I spend my whole life waiting and I never get out of neutral, I will regret it.
Surprisingly, that was about it. I've been to most of the places I always wanted to go, mostly in Europe. There are still things in the world I'd like to see but haven't, but I don't think it would cause pangs on my hypothetical deathbed.
There are things I'd like to have, a really great fast pretty car, a house, a pair of Jimmy Choos--but they're material. I am, my one similarity to Madonna, a material girl in some ways, but I don't fool myself into thinking I'd be happy if I had those things. They're just things.
There are things I consider, like marriage and children, that I wonder if I might regret not doing. But right now I'm not sure where I stand on those things so I can't say whether the regret would arrive.
So that's it. Frankly, I thought I'd have at least a Top 10 list of possible regrets but I seem to have fewer needs than I thought. I highly recommend making a list of your own. Mine was a revelation.
Well, there you go, a few random thoughts. I'll write more later, I promise. Mom and Dad get back Monday so I'll get back into the groove. Oops, something else I share with Madonna.Posted by Alyssa at May 17, 2002 05:18 PM