2+2=5

About once a year I go through yearbooks. It's funny to see who I was in that year. My hair (which took on more radical changes in college,) my clothes (which, let's face it, nothing can beat my patchwork vest from 3rd grade), and the hair and clothes and signatures from other people.
I spent the night with a friend and read her yearbooks, snooping through gossipy farewells that revealed relationships, crushes, memories, and typical Scottsville stuff. Then I read my signature to her.
Oh, dear.
I mean--I must admit, it was a "signature" Jamie signature. Sloppy, an italicized mixture of cursive and print, one pretty funny line to provoke a funny memory, and then, there it was.
"Never change!"
Oh sweet Lord, what was I thinking? Then I realized that EVERYBODY wrote it.
Can you IMAGINE if we stayed our high school selves?
I shudder at the thought. If you only knew me. I mean, my body would be cuter, my muscles and such wouldn't hurt so much, but holy cow.

Why is there such resistance to change? It' a stupid question, honestly. Comfort, Fear, Stasis, lalala, the list could probably go on for paragraphs.
I'm one of those weird people who likes change, I suppose. A "Yes We Can" person. A "Why Not?" person.
I would love to philosophize this, but I think Radiohead says it best. Please listen to the whole song because this is only the beginning, but here are the lyrics to
2+2=5.

Are you such a dreamer
To put the world to rights
I'll stay home forever
Where two and two always makes a five
I'll lay down the tracks
Sandbag and hide
January has April showers
And two and two always makes a five
It's the devil's way now
There is no way out
You can scream and you can shout
It is too late now
Because you're not there
Payin' attention