Re: cute innocent happy idealistic potentialful uncomplicated children

Excordis@aol.com
Fri, 31 Dec 1999 01:07:40 -0500 (EST) 

    I love kids, too, they're so happy and so devoid of hatred and worries 
and they're so free especially.  It seems a combination of a loving envy, and 
nostalgia. My best experience was when I was walking up my suburban street 
with the normal lack of social interaction when a  cute blonde-haired boy of 
five walks onto his porch and shouts, "I love you to me." I stopped and said 
it back to him. Then he asked if I could bring him the paper which was lying 
on the lawn which I did. Then he mentioned then he said, "hi," and "I love 
you" at least five times before I gathered the strength to leave. With a 
smile the whole time, too.
    I'm another person glad to hear that the voice of Thom Yorke is heard by 
others. Strangely, a common past time of mine is Evangelizing Radiohead. I've 
made it the favourite band of three people, so far.

-Tory

> 
>  Angie, I feel your pain.  I like the mall just not the
>  people in it.  Let's just put it this way, I think I'd
>  be fine if I didn't have to deal with people. The only
>  safe place is to go to a bookstore.  I do the usual
>  drill, check under the letter S and see if Catcher is
>  there. And then grab some books and sit down and
>  browse through them. 
>  
>  I am so in love with every kid I see.  It drives me
>  crazy when I see these mothers and they're screaming
>  at the kid saying "I said don't do that!!! You hear
>  me??!!" You'd think they're gonna beat up their kid
>  right then and there. Oh the horror. I don't know if
>  kids are receptive to your charms, I kinda think
>  they're receptive to mine. I'm so happy when I'm
>  around them.  I know they shouldn't talk to strangers
>  and all but they sorta come to me. It's so cute.
>  
>  
>  One time I was at Chapters, and there was this blond
>  boy with curly hair (probably 5 years old) and he's
>  wearing jean overalls, and there I was looking at the
>  Modern Library books ...next thing I know this kid is
>  tugging at my jacket. He goes to me "that's mommy and
>  that's daddy", pointing at his folks. I sorta touched
>  his head. It was pure joy. Another time, I was just
>  sitting at the mall, and this boy (also very
>  young)just starts touching my jeans. I don't know if
>  he liked the colour of it or what.  He was just
>  looking at me like he knew me or something. It was
>  unbelivable.  His folks kept asking him to go and I'm
>  pointing at the direction of his parents but he
>  wouldn't go.  When he finally did go, he got to about
>  5 steps and he starts running back to me. I have no
>  idea why that kid seemed to think he knows me. And now
>  his younger sister is also running toward me. I sorta
>  touched both their heads. I just can't help myself.
>  Someone should get me a restraining order.
>  
>  
>  Sorry, I know I've kinda gone overboard with the kid
>  story. It just makes me SOOOO HAPPPY!!! Next time you
>  go to the mall, maybe some kid will make you happy. Oh
>  they're the bliss of existence. 
>  
>  
>  phoebe