But tonight I had a memory of being 4 years old. I had neighbors that were brothers--Joe and Kevin.
Joe was outgoing and eager. He was my friend but I had no respect for him.
Kevin was quiet and dark. I remember watching him walk down the road with his head down, kicking things.
I felt irresistibly drawn to him.
Four years old?! How is it possible to feel that?
But I have another memory of 1st grade. A boy named Daniel (who later dated my friend Zach after High School) moved to our school. I saw him and thought, "This boy is a sissy and he's going to be in love with me."
And Daniel immediately attached himself to me and I was exasperated with him.
So, my intolerance of other people's vulnerability or sensitivity and my attraction to people who are withdrawn and troubled goes back that far.
How is that possible?
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