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.


  1. Lol. C'est la vie. I don't think I ever lamented "boring old adults," but then, I've *always* enjoyed just sitting and talking... :P

  2. Update: I rode the rides. It was fun, but an hour's worth was enough for me.