Young people are so charmingly earnest.
I was watching Buffy last night with some new friends who are a bit younger than me. It was the musical episode.
I like the bit where Anya sings about bunnies, so I joined in:
🎵 They aren’t just cute
Like everybody supposes
They got them hoppy legs
And twitchy little noses
And what’s with all the carrots?
What do they need such good eyesight for anyway?
Bunnies, bunnies,
it must be bunnies!! 🎵
I hadn’t been singing along until that point, so the suddenness of my 30-second rock ballad must have seemed like Lucky’s monologue in Waiting for Godot.
Friends my own age would have either laughed sarcastically or thumped me into jam, but the younglings said “wow, yeah, great singing voice,” and (I kid you not) “wow, thank you for that.”
Ridiculous.
And yet, I feel really good about myself now. I left the party feeling like I really might be the next Celine Dion.