Me at Eighteen
When going through the discard from the house, I found a list of “Goals” I wrote in the June I was 18. Just a few weeks after graduating high school, I put down 60 things I wanted to do.
Some of these I have done:
touch a pyramid
bet on a horse race
walk through Florence
read all of Shakespeare’s plays
get my ears pierced
etc. etc.
And some things I have either set aside or, indeed, wonder why I ever wanted to do them:
build a chair (really?)
ride a camel (as I have seen a camel up close, this no longer interests me)
attend a political convention (tired just contemplating that)
see a ghost (was I mad?)
Well, it’s an odd little window into my younger self. I don’t remember writing this list. I have no idea what may have prompted it. It feels a bit as though I’m reading someone else’s mail as I look over the pages and I try to see me. But I suppose that “me” just doesn’t exist any more.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
