Thursday, August 16, 2012
Grown Up. Old.
When I was a kid, it used to frustrate me that adults were so boring. All they wanted to do was sit around and talk. They wouldn't run, or play, or do anything fun and I vowed that I wouldn't be like that. I would still run when I was a grown-up.
I don't. And I don't even remotely want to.
But now it's worse. We have plans to go to a small amusement park tonight where we can ride all the rides we want for free. Guess what? I don't want to ride a single one. Somewhere along the way in these 40-odd years, I've lost my enthusiasm for rollercoasters and spinning. All I really want to do is sit with the other adults and talk.
I've become the boring grown-up that I vowed I'd never be and I don't even care. Sitting around and talking sounds like a lot more fun to me.