So todays post was supposed to be something deep and profound, I spent a lot of time thinking about social issues, listening to Max Richter but in all honesty I want to write about this weird memory that I literally just remembered during my morning commute. Which is weird because it’s a primary school memory and honestly I don’t spend a lot of time thinking about those years due to poor memory and the risk of bringing back the memories of being bullied – don’t fear this story though, it’s a weird and funny one. Well funny to me.
So I honestly don’t know what was in the water in some of the primary schools I attended, I went to a lot and every single one of them had a lot of weirdos that made me feel almost normal. One day our friendship group was playing, I don’t even remember what, and we ended up looking at the worms on the ground. One of the girls had accidentally killed one and was really sad about it. In all honesty I remember finding this funny but I couldn’t laugh because that would be a little bit fucked up, since the girl was clearly grieving over this worm she had just murdered.
Well, murder is a strong word, but you kind of get what I mean right?
So, the worm is dead, the girl is sad, and everyone is trying to figure out how to rectify the situation. The memory is super fuzzy but I do remember that we ended up hosting a funeral for the dear departed ‘wormy’. There was a speech, a moment of silence and honestly it was weirdly deep. At the time we all found it fairly normal since we were children who were honestly deep – out of all the primary schools I attended, the one in this story had the weirdest match of people. We’re talking 8 year olds who were aware of too many things – I feel like that’s a post for another day.
So why am I posting about this worm funeral today, because honestly, now that my adult brain has processed it – it was fucking weird. Like I understand children grasping the concept of other animals having thoughts and feelings, but we had a lot of worms in our playground, and we only had a funeral for the one. Maybe the girl who was deeply effected by it all was going through something, maybe she was just empathetic, but honestly it was a weird experience and I thought I should share it with you all.
I don’t remember a lot from back then, but when I do it hits me like a wave and I’m usually left confused for a hot minute.