The Bad Seed
It’s disappointing when you don’t like a kid. Kids are supposed to represent hope, right? But not all children are innocent, unassuming and adorable. Some of them have shitty personalities.
Remember the Bad Seed? She never got wrinkled, or had a hair out of place and she always said yes sir, no ma’am, please, thank you, and freaky little mature things like ‘how was your day today’ when usually a kid could give a shit. All this and a penchant for killing people!
I know a kid who reminds me of her a little. Scary, right? She asks the right questions and is at your disposal – ‘Can I help you with that Sandee?’ She says to me with that put on voice – get the fuck outta here! She stands erect and stares me dead in the eyes non-stop which is cool if it’s anchored by sincerity, but with her I feel a challenge, even mockery.
A kid came to the gallery where I work. Her father asked me a question, and she interrupted him. ‘What’s a wild garden?” She says, trying to project maturity. She stared, demanding. She twisted her body in a controlled way. The look on her face was put on. The exhibition is based on the concept of a wild garden, so I told her what a wild garden was, but she didn’t really care to hear the answer. She just wanted to assert her existence. “How old is mommy?” She blurted out to her dad then, peering at me. He wouldn’t tell her. “Why?” She asks. “You have to respect your mother’s wishes,” he said. “Well how old are you?” She asked. “I’m old enough,” he said. Maybe the kid sucked because her parents hide who they really are from her.
I didn’t like that kid. But she gave me something to blather on about. I like most of the kids who visit, even ones who run around like maniacs. Being a kid doesn’t make you immune to unattractive personality defects. Usually the kids who come in there make me smile from ear to ear.
Before my sister had her sons, I could give a crap about kids and wanted kids to stay the hell away from me. My nephews have opened up a new realm of energy for me. I’m receiving energy that I didn’t get before. It’s like I’m accepting that young and hopeful child in me.