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By CJ King Submitted by hairdiva Date: 2008 Jan 24 Comment on this Work [[2008.01.24.12.26.15380]] |
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So, I see the world from a different place now. One could say more mature, but how wildly I dread that word. Always have. Don't know why. Maybe I was born too late, and didn't have a chance to misspend my youth as a flower child, tormenting myself by traveling around in a VW bus, dropping acid and hitchhiking, rallying against a war I wouldn've have believed in. Or maybe I did misspend my youth, too long and too hard to conform suddenly and completely to make any kind of difference here on the other side. But then again, I work too hard and forego a lot just to be one of those people. I really do. The funny thing is, I don't mind it at all. I even, dare I say it(?), find joy in it, in a kind of implausible way at which anybody who knew me back then would shake their collective heads. I am an adult now, and here is the point of this. I love my parents. For they sat back and let me misspend my youth, and arrive at adulthood in my own time. And fall in love and get married in my own time. And have a child in my own time, and not necessarily in that order. Adulthood, I'll never admit to it. I'll wildly deny it. But I love being here. Just between us. |