First Day of My Life
This is the first day of my life
Swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain
Suddenly everything changed
They’re spreadin’ blankets on the beach
Yours is the first face that I saw
Think I was blind before I met you
I don’t know where I am
I don’t know where I’ve been
But I know where I want to go
So I thought I’d let you know
That these things take forever
I especially am slow
But I realized how I need you
And I wondered if I could come home
I remember the time you drove all night
Just to meet me in the morning
And I thought it was strange
You said everything changed
You felt as if you’d just woke up
And you said,
This is the first day of my life,
Glad I didn’t die before I met you
But now I don’t care I could go anywhere with you
And I’d probably be happy.
So if you wanna be with me
With these things there’s no telling
We’ll just have to wait and see
But I’d rather be working for a paycheck
Than waiting to win the lottery
Besides maybe this time it’s different
I mean I really think you like me… -Bright Eyes, “I’m Wide Awake, It’s Morning”
My daughter’s father, my Bruno, had beautiful blond dreadlocks him and I started together. Mine were off before the baby would turn two, but his were cultivated and fought over. Even when he started his new job as a crane mechanic/technician/whatever which required him to basically “swim” in oil, he’d decided to keep them and dedicate more time to their upkeep. Well, yesterday afternoon, while our daughter played in her kiddie pool and the entire weekend trickled by, he had made the decision to let go of his beauties and look like he used to. He used to look like a normal man who didn’t conform much but did enough to blend in; with his locks he looked original, relaxed, like he knew something the rest of us didn’t. But knowing him didn’t require his hair to be different or his t-shirt to have an alien or Stewie from Family Guy, this guy is a social genius! He grabbed me just like that and through the years it was a given I had to keep him in my life somehow… so I gave him a kid! Wasn’t that just an awful statement? Well, next question would be, do you have a sense of humor? We had our daughter because we loved each other, the circumstances before or after I consider irrelevant and now that we understand that very little is a guarantee, we get along as best as humanly possible and still love each other unconditionally. And, above all, we like the kid too! She happens to be his fuel, his reason and his heart; doesn’t help her likeness to him is sometimes eerie. People with big personalities sometimes have difficulty micro-socializing, not him, he can grab you and thrust you into the limelight as soon as you’d like to run back home. When he whined and said that he felt like Samson, all his social abilities were in his hair, his mother and I simply chuckled. I guess that’s the beauty in people like him, a rare instinct to be humble.
“How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being.” -Oscar Wilde
