I am a Grown Child
I have been thinking about being a grown up lately, and how I am not one. I don't know how much it matters, but it's true. I was just emailing a friend who mentioned the same of himself. He plays hours of PC games. I told him my myspace profile would be really 18. "I like pizza, this cute skater in one of my classes, music, and my friends. I make necklaces out of beads and want to be a singer when I grow up. I hate homework." I was at the dollar store for tape and some trash bags. I really had to think for a while about how it was not o.k. to buy silly putty right now. "No, Carrie, silly putty is not a priority. You have about $20.00 in all of your life and no income. You need to put that back." I eat cereal for dinner and if I could afford it, I would eat pizza for breakfast. One of my friends seems to be at peace with aging, so much more than I. I told her it's because she likely feels her age. She has an office, child, husband, and a degree. I get pimples and lost my retainers.