There's probably some truth to saying I'm afraid to grow up. Not that I'm in danger of going into some creepy Neverland, but let's face it, so far my adult life has consisted of getting a job amongst sparkles at a children's clothing store. And using my employee discount waaaay too liberally for someone childless.
Mostly I just buy the Mario T-shirts, promise. And sparkly headbands.
But really, my mom is rather correct in her attempts to launch me. I left college burnt out and not even being able to think about grad school or a job, so I moved home and got a day job. Now I've been in that job almost a year, and I keep saying I'll look at grad schools but not doing so, I haven't even looked at my senior thesis in more than a year, and with the ending of my internship, it seems all I do is fold sparkly T-shirts. I can't even remember the last time my room was clean.
Maybe its just this moment, with the need to look for Grad programs actually approaching (because the thought of getting a job just now would be too much growing up), that I feel my childhood longings. But let's face it, grownups clean their rooms, and do grown-up jobs, and at 22 I'm in that world more solidly than I like to think sometimes. I also need to start actually managing my life (so I can give you guys posts of what I've been doing).
Now, off to spend a week with high-school band nerds. (what a great way to grow up).
When I get back I may just have a grown-up tea party where we all dress up and eat fancy desserts and sip tea not like childish buffoons.
Not so much to grow up, but because I want to have a tea-party. And a sudden longing for a teapot tattoo.
Gold Star to the Wendys who have to go back to reality.
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