September 19, 2005

A Peter Pan Complex

Yesterday I tagged along with my mom and brother to the Scottish Games and Gathering in midtown. I got a sunburn, my first this year. Last week, I commented to someone that this was the first summer of my life that I havenít gotten a sunburn, I guess because I havenít done anything very college-y this summer. Every summer during college, I spent a week with the youth group kids at camp, a prime opportunity for scorching my skin. And I spent last summer in Colorado, rafting and hiking that much closer to the sun. But this year, I went to Denver for work, and that was about it. Sigh. I guess Iím sort of a grownup.

Anyway, yesterday was interesting to say the least. These fairs always draw out all kinds of people, and alongside the expected aficionados of Celtic culture, this particular festival attracted that special subset of white people who enjoy The Lord of the Rings, Led Zeppelin, and marijuana, in no particular order.

Shortly after we arrived and began to survey the park, my mom nudged me and said something I couldnít quite hear over the bagpipes. When I looked in the direction she was pointing, I saw a fortyish man wearing a long, shapeless, floral ladiesí dress and Tevas.

You know those transgender gentlemen (ladies?) who canít afford surgery or hormones, so they just shave twice a day and walk around in womenís dresses and size-13 pumps? This guy wasnít quite like that --- he wore a full beard, for one thing, and no makeup. So Iím thinking maybe he just thought, ďHey, people wear skirts to these things, right? I'll go one better and wear a dress.Ē

I saw him a few more times throughout the afternoon, each time by himself, not talking to anyone. It was painfully sad. He was alone in the world, in a dress.

Iíve always had it in my head that when you grow up, at some point you somehow stop being lost. But, apparently, itís quite possible to reach adulthood years and still wander along the fringe, unsure of where to jump in.

In keeping with my rather disconnected frame of mind (Iíve been working on an article for a few weeks solid and am very nearly sick of thinking about any one thing for longer than about a minute), I shall conclude this post with a quote from one of the great minds of our generation, Jack Johnson:

Love is the answer, at least for most of the questions in my heart
Why are we here? And where do we go? And how come itís so hard?
Itís not always easy, and sometimes life can be deceiving.
Iíll tell you one thing, itís always better when weíre together.

Posted by jessica at September 19, 2005 09:46 PM