The Way I Are
photo love, to ourself
We love us some Tim man and 'The Way I Are.' Cha cha cha chinese checkers it out here, for realzy. His dancey wiggleworm beats keep our body movin' and also make us really think. Which ve like because ve are Wonkahead music makers and dreamers of dreams. Or somezing.
So this newish song just kinda made us think like, do you ever get all David Byrne (uh, we stumbled upon the Kermit version and kinda loved it) on yourself and wonder how did I get here? How do I work this? This is not my beautiful wife! My god! What have I done. And it's like, you're twenty-five. Not so young any more. But not so old that you should be super worried. Right?
Your paycheck still goes almost entirely toward Rent. You're at your second job post-college. And it sucks too (when are you not going to be someone's little bitch?). You're still livin' for the weekend. Drinking Busch Lights at 2 am after 'the bars close'. Some of your friends are getting married. Some are knocked up. You don't even have a Signif. You don't even have a dog. Hell, all you have are those bathroom gnats.
Some days (the gray ones) you think am I bound to rent my entire life? Read books in solitude while petting the cats on my lap? Eat soup out of the can or one lonely chicken breast in front of the sink every night for dinner?!? And then you're like Gross! I have cats!?!
Well there is some good news for The Quarter Life Crisis havers. You may not know exactly who you are, just yet. But you do know What It Is That You Do. You do know, What It Is That Delights Your Brain. Trust us. We recently discovered this by accident. First, look back in time (if you can do it Bill & Ted style, seriously go for it. And say hello to Billy the Kid and Napoleon for us). Secondly, look back at what you were doing when you were five. Lincoln logs and Lego towers? Playin' doctor? Settin' up 'Bank' and dealin' Monopoly money? Cause guess what. We bet you still are.
For us it was art. We recently discovered old drawings, books we had created, letters, writings, etc. The closest thing to blinking lights or light bulb bubble overhead is that yes we were writing and illustrating books and dedicating them at the ripe old age of 7 (To my little brother Pete, written by Frances and illustrated by Frances, 1990. What a shameless self promoter! Yet, we were a prococious child. Our marketing savvy = the proof). But guess what? That is still our dream today. The same subjects appeared everywhere we looked (Puppy Love, a painting by Fran age 9). Girls in all yellow, with matching yellow shoes (uh hello, if they would have made a solid gold crayon that yellow would so have been gold). Stories about friends and parties and adventures and family. And of course, the provocative yet revealing self portrait above.
We have always known spectacular eyelashes are a crucial key to beauty. And that details are essential (pink scrunchies, embroided roses). Flowers are a must. Always have been, always will be. And striving for a super happiness that electro zaps our fingers into sparkler sticks and creates jump-in-the-air-smiles whisking us off the ground is all we have ever thought mattered. To live happily. Expect little. Do much. Love a lot. And spread it. Same as it ever was...same as it ever was...same as it ever was...