Kim Priore

I don’t know what it is with me.  What is it with any of us really?  I don’t get what it is that connects us to eachother sometimes.  I mean you think you know, you know what it is that’s *supposed* to connect us – blood ties, being part of the same spiritual community, deep bonds of friendship, etc etc.  It just seems like there’s an exception to every rule.  And I guess that’s ok, except that I happen to like rules.  Seriously, I’m a big fan.  So I just like to be able to use them to predict things, especially things like my behavior and that of others.  So why is it that certain members of my own family I’d lay down in front of a train for, and others make me wonder why God invented family in the first place.  And in theory, I know that we Christians are all supposed to be one in the Lord, or whatever, but why is it I feel much closer to some of the people I served on multifaith council with in college than I do to the majority of people in my church?  And why is it that a friend can hurt me, and I can just kind of be like, whatever, about it…but a friend hurts other people that I love, and it makes me insanely crazy?  Pathological, as it were?  And why is it that I feel like the loss of Leo on the West Wing is going to make me so much sadder than any of this?  I mean, that’s definitely not normal.  But then again I guess, neither am I.

So today I went to this conference at the Kennedy School on International Development.  The Kennedy School is across Harvard Yard and Harvard Square from Ye Olde Div School, but it might as well be like a hundred million light years away.  The girl who was like the main student organizer chick was dressed in a black skirt suit, heels, and sporting a LV bag.  I’m like, um, that just seems weird to me when you’re talking about poor people all day long.  But I guess I’m just weird that way.  And like the classroom I was in for one of the panels, has this deal where there’s this little microphone contraption at every seat!!!  I was like no way.  That’s wild.  And there’s like security everywhere, I guess because like world leaders come there to give talks all the time (whatever).  Meanwhile I’m pretty sure Osama bin Laden could walk thru the door of Andover Hall over at the Div School, turban and all, and people would just think he was there to give a lecture or lead noon prayer.  Anyways, it was a good day all around, complete with some fabulous Wellesley representation, my head feels really full.  One of those days that reminds me how much I really don’t know yet.  So that’s freaky.