a girl just ordered a coffee with a beanie on top of her head. not on her head- merely resting atop her head. it's downtown manhattan- i've seen weirder.
the men at the table next to me have been having a rather loud conversation for the past hour about life and philosophy and the other typical musings you tend to hear on a thursday afternoon from clearly unemployed "artist" men who gather at a bookstore coffee shops. as is the way with unemployed "artist" men who sit musing at coffee shops, one of the men stopped the girl and asked her why she was wearing her hat like that.
her response: because i had no where else to put it. i was too warm with it on, and i had no where else to put it.
"artist" man: hmmm... intriguing.
girl with hat: well, i aim to be intriguing.
there couldn't have been a more perfect response.
first of all, don't we all "aim to be intriguing"?
i once read the following in a wonderful little novel called Tolstoy Lied:
don't most of us wait for the surgeon to tell me: "you were not in the least bit normal, not ordinary and invincible flesh and blood at all. inside you are exceptional. inside you are guilt... frescoed. you are driven not by the muscle beating in your chest, but by a pump of alabaster, quicksilver."
don't we all secretly hope that if nothing else, people are intrigued by us? that if nothing else, we are as different and as special as our parents told us we were?
secondly- shouldn't she just have began with that? wasn't that actually the reason she placed the had on her head in the first place... so that someone would ask? aren't we are a generation that has forgotten the art of subtlety in exchange for some sort of confirmation of identity? we go to great lengths to forgo privacy and disregard boundary for the sake of intrigue. we dangle information about ourselves into cyberspace, hoping that someone will be enchanted. it has become our driving force.
we, collectively, aim to be intriguing.