the practice of perpetual pretence

Once, too, Like Totally has been a little human girl trained to the notion of the good-better-best. Keep practicing, she has been advised, and you’ll get better; devote yourself, and you’ll be the best.

Like many other little girls, Like Totally hasn’t practiced because of the perpetual distractions, and now she wonders who has been distracting her and why?

She remembers sitting in the classroom and looking outside the window, nothing happening there but birds chirping in the trees.

To this day Like Totally loves birds in the branches of birch trees, like those outside the classroom window. No kids have been shouting there, no music played, no ball tossed, but a bunch of sparrows chirping in the trees.

And today Like Totally comes to the conclusion that the whole objective of the classes taught in that classroom has been listening to the birds chirping in the trees.

Like Totally sips some more wine.

Yes, there has been some notion of purpose and excellence there, but does it matter today? Only chirping birds still sound in her ears. Does anyone who has been in that class remember their sweet tune today?

But how about the practice?

Does Like Totally still practice what the teachers taught her to practice when she has been a young girl? 

Well, of cause she does! She practices it daily.

It is the practice of perpetual pretense.