Having been around much older siblings and cousins my whole life, I've always been in kind of a hurry to grow up. I started kissing boys at 3, asking boys on "dates" at 8, wearing makeup at 11, falling in love at 14. And now I'm on track to graduate college and step out into an actual career at 21.
I've always been so eager to grow up so I can be on the same page as my sisters and cousins that I've never really appreciated the stage I'm at. But now as I look at all I have to accomplish before the last week of April and my schedules for classes this summer and fall semesters, I'm sort of regretting this growing up early thing. I guess it's something we can't really avoid, though, so it doesn't really matter...but I just don't know if I'm ready to be an adult.
I still wait to write a 5 page paper until 6 hours before it's due.
I still watch hours of TV shows on Netflix.
I still skip when I'm happy.
I still eat too much candy.
I still press snooze a million times before I actually get up in the morning.
I still cry when I am confused or frustrated.
I still haven't cooked anything besides macaroni and cheese for dinner.
I still talk too loud and laugh by myself about things my brain tells me.
I still sing and dance like a child when I'm by myself.
I still talk to myself when I'm driving.
I still think that everyone is good, all the time.
I still get happy when I see rainbows or pink or sparkles.
I still have a unicorn pillow pet on my bed.
I'm planets away from being a grown-up. But it's coming faster and faster every day and I guess I'll just have to find a way to stop being such a child or find a way to hide it better! I'm thinking the latter seems more realistic!
But never mind all of my babbling! I have a paper to write that's due in....9.5 hours, instead of 6. Hey! Maybe I am growing up after all :)
"Growing up won't bring us down!" -The Maine
