LJ Idol Exhibit A | week 0 | 187 words
I could start with the small stuff, but what is the small stuff? Is it the shy childhood in an isolated area, or the burdens of being a supertaster? (Because it is possible for a sandwich to have too much bread, or to undermine a perfectly good sauce by adding even the slightest hint of mustard.)
Is it straddling both sides of the brain and being good at literature, language, music, and math, but never truly outstanding at any single one? Or simply the unusual fact of being both an oldest and middle child, where both halves sometimes cancel each other out?
What about the uncertain passage into motherhood giving way to the looming fear of the eventual empty nest? Or loving temperance and cracked-out humor in equal measure?
The truth is, it's all of these things. They all play a part in the embrace and avoidance, the inspiration and dread, the laughter and regret.
But they still won't prepare you for fables about doomed frogs, or the menu at the Quarketerium, or a Luddite dystopia.
In other words… these are not the Freuds you're looking for.