January 8, 2013
-
Another day, another seventy two dollars. Well, minus taxes.
I always thought of myself as more mature. Sure, I regress sometimes, but in general, I feel like I act more like I'm in my mid-twenties. And if you factor in the way I fall asleep before eleven on the weekends and confine myself to my bedroom on significant holidays, I can be the catless cat lady that I have proclaimed that I will become when I hit fifty. So basically, I'm old and I act like it. At least, that's what I used to feel like.
For the most part, I've surrounded myself with those younger than me. I don't know why. It's just who I get along better with and who I most identify with. It was like that throughout high school and college. I thought it would continue forever. But now that I'm involved with someone four years older, I keep second guessing my maturity. It's a strange thing to happen, considering my past of early maturation, imagined or not. I find myself driving down my road, belting out some over played pop song, and wondering if I'm acting too childishly. Too teenagery. Am I allowed to read teen supernatural romance novels still? Can I still see the movies? Is obsessing over a television show no longer acceptable at twenty six? I don't know the rules. This is new territory.
But I guess leaving your comfort zone is the only way to have real adventure. And maybe, this is what needs to happen in order to wake me up from this gray nothingness that has been my boring life for the past six months or so.We'll see.
Recent Comments