Thursday, February 21, 2008

Hands in my Pockets



I found myself walking down a hall all alone today with my hands in my pockets. Sometimes it’s nice to keep your fingers warm and toasty. Sometimes it’s just nice to not have your arms swinging all over the place. Sometimes it’s just fun to see what junk you’ve been putting in your pocket. As I walked, I had a flash of a memory…

I was in 6th grade and I hade just gone to the bathroom and I was walking back to my class room. Some adult, most likely a teacher, saw me walking . She was not at all concerned that I might be skipping class but was honestly interested in why I would choose to be using my pockets for the purpose of hiding my hands. I was abruptly asked why I had my hands in my pockets as if I was some scandalous trouble maker. I deftly replied with an utterly confused “nothing” and went back to my class. To this day I will never understand what kind of trouble I must have been causing there with my hands in my pockets.
(fade to Alanis Morrisette “Hand in My Pocket”)

1 comment:

Robin said...

mmmmm. Jimmy you have opened up a very interesting question on why what could you be doing with your hands in your pockets.

I like keeping them warm. That is usually why i put my hands in my pocket. Sometimes it is nice just to strike a pose and your hands end up half in the pocket and half out of the pocket. There are other times like you said where without knowing your hands are in your pockets!

I think this whole hand in the pocket is a question beyond comprehension and answer and really a rhetorical question.

AND IT IS DUCK DUCK GREY DUCK!!!!!!