Nothin Better To Do
When I turned 13 years old I cried. But not as much as I cried when “became a woman.”
I never wanted to grow up. I certainly didn’t want to go to college, and even more than that I did NOT want a stupid boring day job. I did not want to buy real estate, or have friends who now have newborn babies, or be in 1000 weddings.
But here I am. At least 3 of my friends are now Mothers and Fathers, and I now have to figure out how to navigate the tricky “I really don’t care about your kid but am happy that your happy” landscape. All but a few of my friends are engaged.
Plus, I own a house. (WTF? I mean I know it’s better than renting and all…but what was I thinking? Seriously?)
All I can think is, How did I get here?
I remember in HighSchool I didn’t want to go to college, mostly because it was just assumed that that was what I would do. Inevitably I did go and had a great time, and don’t really remember resisting it. But it’s not like I went to college and got a boring job because it was what I wanted. It’s what I did because I didn’t have anything else better to do.
Similarly I’ll probably end up getting married and spawining a few baby ninjas mostly because I can’t think of anything else better to do.
And then I’ll get old, and retire to what’s left of Florida, because I don’t know what else better there would be to do.
Man am I Bored.