“OMG, I’d rather be at school than at this boring hospital.”
Last week, my father had the extreme fortune of spending every waking hour bound to a cot, fortuitous because the alternative would have been death. Discovered unconscious on the side of the road, he was the rare survivor of a motorcycle joyride gone awry. I left to see him as soon as I heard the news. Everyone was there, everyone but his eighteen year old daughter. The above quote was her reaction when she finally showed.
Objectively speaking, this is a clear-cut example of youthful naiveté. But there is one aspect to it that I found incredibly fascinating. For someone else, the mundane experience was anything but. (more…)