When did I grow up? It’s completely apparent to me that I did, in fact, grow up — become a grown-up — sometime recently, like in the last five years or so. I don’t like it. I wasn’t ever going t grow up, so what happened?!
I look and act just like a middle-aged housewife. Ugh. Yuck. I miss some aspects of the old me, the one whose favorite pairs of shoes in the whole world was a pair of Vietnam era jump boots and a pair of obnoxious blue patent platform sneakers. I don’t even own any ripped up fishnet stockings or crazy over-the-knee socks anymore, and my last pair of Daisy May cut-offs died years ago. And … I listen to adult contemporary music now instead of Rob Zombie. Yikes! I’m not myself anymore!
While I do like the current me quite a bit, something must be done about this growing up business.
What set this off? I watched Tank Girl this morning and then set iTunes on random shuffle. Very enlightening the way these two things reminded me of who I used to be.
Growing up, you realize none of us really grow up, not totally. What we end up doing is conforming with the rest of society who is trying to grow-up, but then only in area we think growing-up is required. The question will always be asked, when will he/she ever grow up? The answer is, who knows, and how does that change your life if they don’t. :moon: :bounce:
I guess I do mean “conforming” more than growing up. I mean, at home, I assure you, I still behave like a 5 year old. Why I just climbed a tree the other day, just to do it!
But I used to be silly outside my home too, and it was fun and harmed no one. I need to get back to being that way. It was FUN! :lol: