Hello, We Are From Jupiter.

While enjoying our weekly kidless lunch, I overheard a girl who appeared to be around 10 years old tell her parents "This brings back old memories". This killed me. I mean, what "old memories" could this kid actually have? "Oh mom I remember when you used to set my carrier right here! And dad, remember when I pooped out of my diaper over in that booth? Good times, good times."
My brain is huge. I mean like Jupiter. But I still couldn't comprehend this wee tot having memories past the last episode of iCarly. It wasn't until I analyzed the appearance of this creature that I understood.
This kid was wearing an over sized t-shirt that featured some nonspecific event and/or organization that she probably didn't attend or participate in, Nike running shorts and flip-flops. (This outfit will be worn in some variation 8 years from now during some non-descript sorority shenanigans.) Her only accessory was a 16G iPhone with an adorable pink and black Otterbox.
I realized that this girl was probably not a leader. I also realized that these "memories" were not something that actually existed inside her brain. They were just floating in the air between her and whomever she was talking to. It just seemed appropriate to say something nostalgic when they visited Mi Toro for the first time in 2 weeks, so she did.
I'm not saying there's anything wrong with this. I'm sure this girl will do well in the future. This event just made me question whether I existed inside my head or in that empty space between heads...
I definitely live inside my brain, my head. I always have. I have never felt the need to do anything other than observe, analyze and, sometimes, engage. Chelsea is like this too, although she is more capable of surviving in social settings. I can't help that though, if you tell me a joke that isn't funny I can't make myself laugh. And if your story isn't interesting, I can't help it if I change the subject or stare blankly into your mouth. I can't be interested unless I can tell that what you are saying is coming from your brain and is not just something that stuck to your face when you passed through the empty space between two humans.
Chelsea and I pray that our children spend their lives observing and reacting from within their own brains. Living in that empty space means relying on the actions and reactions of others to dictate one's own actions and reactions. What is more pathetic than that? That is to say, if one can't think for oneself, and one can't think for anyone else, then basically one can't think. :(

(jae)